Depression Secret Shame


I am a freelance writer.  I will be posting things I have written that come from my heart.

A wound jagged and deep

Yet invisible

A disturbing companion, more enemy then friend

It follows the crowd, undetected, attaching itself

To its victim

Never laughing with, only at

Bleeding. Depleting all strength. Sucking all resilience.

The secret shame that can’t be pushed aside

Can’t be ignored

Tears in the heart

Gut wrenching sobs silently flowing inside

While laughter covers as a façade.

Loneliness although not alone

Fear when there’s nothing to fear.

Suspicions and doubts invade the soul

Longing for love, joy, happiness.

Craving safety

Unable to find it alone.

Too ashamed, too scared, too low

To weak to reach up for help

Wanting to stop the emotional flow

The loss of self

The trail of insincere salutations

Needing, no pleading for one to reach lower

To the bottom

To release the shackles

To take the dark, deep, dampness

To take the tears, calm the fears

To take my hand

To pull me up the black wall

That leads to the light

Of peace.

DEPRESSION:SECRET SHAME

A wound jagged and deep

Yet invisible.

A disturbing companion, more enemy then friend.

It follows the crowd, undetected, attaching itself

To its victim.

Never laughing with, only at.

Bleeding. Depleting all strength. Sucking all resilience.

The secret shame that can’t be pushed aside

Can’t be ignored.

Tears in the heart

Gut wrenching sobs silently flowing inside,

While laughter covers as a façade.

Loneliness although not alone.

Fear when there’s nothing to fear.

Suspicions and doubts invade the soul.

Longing for love, joy, happiness.

Craving safety,

Unable to find it alone.

Too ashamed, too scared, too low,

To weak to reach up for help

Wanting to stop the emotional flow.

The loss of self.

The trail of insincere salutations.

Needing, NO pleading for one to reach lower,

To the bottom.

To release the shackles.

To take the dark, deep, dampness.

To take the tears, calm the fears.

To take my hand.

To pull me up the black wall

That leads to the light

Of peace.

DEPRESSION: SECRET SHAME

Final version.

A wound Jagged and deep

Yet visible.

A disturbing companion, more enemy then friend.

It follows the crowd, undetected, attaching itself

To it’s victim.

Never laughing with, only at.

Bleeding. Depleting all strength. Sucking all resilience.

The secret shame that can’t be pushed aside,

Can’t be ignored.

Tears in the heart.

Gut wrenching sobs silently flowing inside,

While laughter covers as a façade.

Loneliness, although not alone.

Fear when there’s nothing to fear.

Suspicions and doubts invade the soul.

Longing for love, joy, happiness.

Craving safety,

Unable to find it alone.

Too ashamed, too scared, too low,

To weak to reach up for help.

Wanting to stop the emotional flow.

The loss of self.

The trail of insincere salutations.

Needing, NO pleading for one to reach lower,

To the bottom.

To release the shackles.

To take the dark, deep, dampness.

To take the tears, calm the fears.

To take my hand.

To pull me up the black wall

That leads to the light

Of peace.

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