Sensitive Depression
This sensitive depression...
It alters my progression,
In a rather an oppressing fashion....
As a shadow, as a figure,
It's always there...
While Me - it's trying to bewilder.
I'm the pray, I'm the soul
One that will feel of most
By which I will
Fall into it with heart and bone.
I'm
Suppressing it with my serotonin meth,
Trying to escape, this chasing depression.
It's upmost the most oppressing,
So I need to be so defensive.
It's plausible to return
It's up to me to try to refrain.
To retain my peace is what I have to learn.
I'm the vulnerable being
Only feeling a lot while I'm feeling
Through others, through innermost self,
My conscience persevering consistently ,
While it's triggered ... emotionally
With every emotion, every breath,
Trying to escape with my supreme in-depth art,
Alone in my seniority, keeping myself from falling apart.
I'm keeping an optimist in me, it is hard.
I adore kindness, I adore life.
That is why I will continue to fight.
Written by Rozalia P(roselilly)
Here is a poem to describe how one can constantly fight with depression, it's a very deep poem from the heart and based on true experience.
For more of my poetry see my blog:
