RIP Leslie West
DEPRESSION POEM ( THE FINAL VERSION )
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DO YOU REMEMBER THIS OLD POEM I MADE??
WELL THIS ONE IS TOTALLY RE-WRITTEN BY THE MASTER @US-poet
PERSONALLY I THINK THIS IS BETTER THAN MINES.
DEPRESSION is a monkey curse that lives inside of me
feeling so negative psychologically torturing and my emotions become lacking
living on a reclusive island where nobody can reach me
and Im still waiting here for new notifications
the feeling of being defeated
the feeling of hatred and im not healing
DEPRESSION is like a pair of scissors ready to cut open my heart
my hopes and happiness fade out like a light bulb that's burn't and fell apart
do i have to sew it back together with needles and strings and use more than
just a band aid?
i dont have require perfection unlike my grandmother's crafted hands
but its way too late for her she lived her longest elderly year met with death
until her last breath and she been taken away
and soon my soul and my body will follow
and fall on the ground away from this sorrowful land
DEPRESSION hits me at anytime and it's unexpected
it causes all of my thoughts to be trembling and worrying
but i stood there like a statue of King Lear
and postponed to stop my troubling mind
DEPRESSION is constantly testing my fate
if i open up a notebook of my entire life i'd find written in the pages
that i've been carrying my own weight
the date is on top left corner of the page of my recorded days
the time is on the right it pinpoints the memorable moments that i've spent
my philosophy of the afterlife involves the choices that you've made
that can last forever and the desires that you get that sometimes only
last until midnight
if you die in DEPRESSION and believe in the fibber
you'll sell your notebook to hell and meet with Lucifer
if you die in happiness and seek the truth
you'll reach out to the heavens that are so bright
and feel the heart of our lord Jesus Christ
DEPRESSION is my second best friend
in during a sweeping wind in the sky will you hold my hands until the end?
in a lonely afternoon in Rome would you visit my home
to see when i'm having a complete meltdown
DEPRESSION can you kill me without pain or bleeding?
one last thing before i say my final farewell
will you write me a letter without giving me an excuse of you leaving?
if someone receive my letter would you leave me?
A brutish suicide expressing my wounded words
and i hear lovely sounds of two or more bluebirds screaming
DEPRESSION your're my Jack Daniels drowning myself in a poisonous sea!
is it possible? an physical form of DEPRESSION holds a silver dagger
can he at least kill me when I'm dreaming?
original written by @IM-BORED re-written by @US-poet (thanks)