View in Instagram It’s Not! Depression isn’t real…It is never a big deal…It’s just a state of mind…You can just leave it behind…Ignore the pain…You are not insane…Are you? Are you not?Swallowing pills…Smoking pot…Winding a rope…Drowning in dope…Spirits in orange faith…Don’t wait till it’s too late.. – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Pill Inside my mind is a string of devious thoughts…Inside my head is a plague of wickedness…I keep silent… I keep quiet…The only person that can hear meIs at the other side of the mirror…A solace for anxietyA pill for depressionMy buddy keeps me awayFrom my own apocalypse… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Rope of the Hopeless I look up…Spoke to GodTold Him my storyThe world in my eyesDoesnt need me…The people around meWouldn’t miss me…Am I selfish to need…A piece of your loveA slice of your embrace…The wind howls in silence..The crows sings aloud..Nothing. There’s nothing.I failed myself. Everyone.I look down…Spoke to GodAs my
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View in Instagram I and Faith Have Faith… On which faith… So many religions So many Gods So many prophets and so many puppets Pray… just pray Kneel all day… In gold churches In tainted chapels Save your soul In a toilet bowl – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Exhausted Life is an endless cycle Of this and that… We all ponder at times… Why, how and what… It’s tiresome, it’s tedious All night and all day I’m alone, I’m hideous My mind wont let me pray It’s a box… its a pill… A void, numb and still.. – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram in The Feeds We are gods of the modern days Speaking the truth Solicited in social media Waving the righteous hand At the edge of our pedestal We show the world our box A colorful enigma of dreams and possession of a sculpted perfect life But in the shadows We bleed, we
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Chapter 1 : How Did I Know? This is my blog post on how I walk by depression on a daily basis. It’s not easy. People judge me. People label me. They stamp me with the “Playing a Victim” role right in my face. They would always think they know better on how to deal
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View in Instagram Is There Anyone Here? Christmas ain’t the same for all Some are broken Some will fall Some are in tears And some crawling in fears We can all sing our happy song hidden in depression Saying there’s nothin wrong And as we look up our tree We get a glimpse of being
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Me and my madness… Madness is a sickness and a blessing in between… With it, I can create a whole world inside my head… I can contain all the monsters… pain… anxiety… anger and depression in one room… i can draw and sketch faces out of these emotional distress I am feeling… Today, I turn
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View in Instagram The Game. Alone. I guess when people forget you… condemn you… abandon you… In your darkest time… Chaos takes over… Madness envelops you… While you rage war with your demons… They bathe by the sun… Living in paradise… You look up the sky… Trying to find God… And all you see… All
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