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    dots Submission Name: Unreasonably Melancholydots

    Author: LadyChaos
    ASL Info:    19/F/DE
    Elite Ratio:    3.42 - 718/606/95
    Words: 261
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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    dotsUnreasonably Melancholydots

    I never thought that a simple dream
    Could be the source of such bitter angst
    I guess that's why
    I'm never paid to think.

    My heart throbs with a dull ache,
    That I can no longer ignore.
    Numbing myself is no longer an option,
    and neither is the blade.
    Which I had run to so many times
    To make things go away.
    How much can a person take
    before they finally break?
    The impossibility of my desires...
    Of my wants, of my needs
    Makes me slip further and further
    into despondency.
    And I can't even go to sleep to escape the painful reality of what I can never have, because it even haunts me in my dreams
    I used to believe that there was always hope, and you could cling on to it when you thought you had nothing left.
    But now, the hopelessness settles in like snowfall in my mind, and the emptiness fills me to the point of agony.
    Time doesn't mean anything to me anymore
    Everything is a blur
    Everything I see I want painted black to match the lump of coal that beats in place of my once living heart.
    I guess I deserve it
    I used to follow my dreams
    But now theyfollow me
    Lingering in my thoughts like that horrible night, when I was young and innocent
    But now I'm just young and
    hopelessly melancholy
    As the infinite sadness and dejection settles in
    It becomes harder
    and harder
    to remember who I am.

    Submitted on 2004-06-14 09:18:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Well that is a very experessive poem. I especially like the imagery like 'snowfall' and ur dreams following you. It gives the thing a real well - melancholy feeling. I enjoyed it immensely, and the only advise I could advise to an advisee would be...reach out...
    | Posted on 2004-06-14 00:00:00 | by particularshard | [ Reply to This ]
      Depression sucks and causes people to do and say a lot of things they wouldn't normally do. Once it gets far enough that person who is depressed can be... well... like you must have been when you wrote this. This is a very very good piece and I like it. Its a very emotional piece and it touched me... I hope you've gotten over your depression...
    Much Love
    | Posted on 2004-06-14 00:00:00 | by Childoutspoken | [ Reply to This ]
      much love to dakened soul, but I have to disagree...
    when someone opens up like this and writes of pain, whether imagined or real, when you become a piece of the puzzle by absorbing a piece like this, you have to acknowledge one thing...

    There is not way for pain and anguish to flow... there is only the choppy waves of despair,and a darkness that settles into the soul...

    Like bleeding inside, because all of forms of grief have dried up... this I understand.

    This is a hauntingly beautiful piece, madly ripped out and offered to the weak light of day... this is a part of you, and now it is a part of me.

    Thank you for sharing this, thank you for allowing someone to see that...
    This could not have been easy to write.

    | Posted on 2004-06-14 00:00:00 | by Oracle | [ Reply to This ]
      I got chills down my spine reading this! Sometimes it's hard to find who you are as you're slipping further and further into a depression. You can't really know who you are once you've fallen, and you did an awesome job describing that...I think the flow is off though, because a lot of your lines are like run-on sentances. You might want to work on that, but other than that...good job...
    | Posted on 2004-06-14 00:00:00 | by darkened_soul | [ Reply to This ]

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