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I found this poem online about depression, it explained it pretty well 🤍🫂.
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  • edited August 2022

    That's sad!


  • I have a number of songs about depression in my collection.

    Desolation by Midnatssol

    I wonder how it feels to be loved
    I wonder how it is to be touched
    See all the others holding their hands
    And I'm here still alone with myself

    Say that you love me
    Say that you care
    I want you to love me
    To kiss me and hug me
    I want you to never let go of me
    I want you to never let go

    Let it go, let it flow, let me feel free
    I never want you to go
    Let it go, let it flow, let me feel free
    I only want to be loved

    I wonder what I have done wrong
    I wonder what I could have done
    Eyes are just staring
    Why can't you see
    I am who I am and no one else

    Say that you love me
    Say that you care
    I want you to love me
    To kiss me and hug me
    I want you to never let go of me
    I want you to never let go

    Let it go, let it flow, let me feel free
    I never want you to go
    Let it go, let it flow, let me feel free
    I only want to be loved

    I wonder how it feels to be loved
    I wonder how it is to be touched
    See all the others holding their hands
    And I'm here still alone with myself
    And I'm here still alone with myself


  • Like a tree in wind,
    I bend so long to the ground.
    I am not broken.

  • edited August 2022

    Derek Walcott ~ Love After Love

    The time will come when, with elation
    you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.

    You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored
    for another, who knows you by heart.

    Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

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