My Depression

My Depression

When I became depressed,
no one noticed.

When I began to sink in my depression
no one noticed.

When my depression overcame me
with dark and mournful characteristics
no one... noticed.

When I wished I were dead
no one notice.

I cried lonely in my bed
and no one noticed.

When I stopped eating...
no one noticed.

When I didn't notice anothers depression...
Every one Noticed!

— autumnphoenix, Jun 26, 2009

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Critiques

Candlewitch

16 years 11 months ago

Hello again!

The title aptly describes the contents of the poem. The pacing is good. The language use is a bit plain. The theme interests me, as a fellow sufferer of depression (and O.C.D.) I agree with the message that most people are so caught up in their own lives that the notice little else. This doesn't make it for being a good friend. I think that with a little work, this could be an excellent poem. Always, Cat

Seren

16 years 11 months ago

Phoenix

Another nice write , and I too have the black dog chasing me from time to time .. its a hard road but work on being better life is so much richer when you can find a peace in yourself .. Love Jayne x x

themoonman

16 years 11 months ago

Hi Dana...

It is good to see you here and posting. Hope all is well with you... In agreement with the ladies here, this poem has a good theme, easy to relate to as we all have witnessed the unnoticed feelings I'm sure... overwhelming at times and that alone has a tendency to throw one towards the bed, the safety of sleep. I felt if you took out some of the repetition, it may help this poem gather the power... but it may just be what I'd do, of course, that is what we have to offer, the way we see it... but even so, the poem is good and it's good to see you here and writing. Richard

autumnphoenix

16 years 11 months ago

Hi

to all. Thanks for the read and comment. Not to worry though this poem is nine years old. The situations have long been removed. Thank you. I do not suffer from depression but my mother did. My sister does. My sister also has O.C.D. I have seen depression at its worst. I do not claim to understand it, but I know it now. I meditate and find a new chance in every new day. I believe we are where we are because of our own choices. Some good, some not so good. Those choices where ours to make. My depression came from letting others make choices for me. So thank you for your kind words. Hugs and Hugs to you all. Dana