Depression, homesick for the heavens
10/03/06
"Depression", Homesick for the Heavens
If it were not for poetry,
My world would close in,
Id take the razors edge,
and cut across my skin,
Each day I try to live my life,
and start within a pit,
Darkness swallows my every night,
Morning saved by ones own wit,
Very few no of this curse,
or ever see me down,
I keep a smile for all to share,
While the real me wears a frown,
The starry night calls to me,
My real home is space,
I raise my arms to the sky,
"Screaming", "Take me from this place!"
It seems I was left and dont belong,
a vacation that just wont end,
till the day Im taken away,
so all thats broken will eventually mend,==============================
Yes depression...I live it I breathe it....
I dont have very many true friends which is odd...People like to be around me but I tend
to gravitate to places where Im alone..
At parties I am the life of the party, outgoing and fun...
Im the one who keeps it alive and crazy...
I make people laugh, I enjoy seeing their smiles,
So as to my dimise I just dont understand...
The only thing I can come up with is...
This is gonna sound wierd...I dont belong on earth, I was dropped off, I look at the stars at night and I am homesick for whats up there..
Cant explain it...Maybe Im an alien....or maybe at one time we all came from somewhere else and deep in the depths of my mind I know this.....