I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
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I Cant Give Back The Love I Feel For You
(brian holland/nickolas ashford/valeriesimpson)
Heres a tear, for a souvenir
And a dream, thats torn at the seams
Heres a promise you made to me
Of the tomorrow Ill never see
And then youre free to go
But I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
Take these arms that held you close
I thought I was the one you needed the most
Take these hands, theyre no good to me
That used to touch you so tenderly
But I cant give back the love
Thats a part of me
If you want just a little bit
You have to take all of me
Heres a ring
That didnt mean a thing
And the letters you wrote
That gave my young heart hope
Take the pillow where my dreams were made
And the mind, where the thought of you stayed
But baby, you should know
That I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
Take these eyes that once could see
Now reflections of a misery
The hapiness I thought would last
Now a becoming just a thing of the past
But I cant give back the love
Thats a part of me
If you want just a little bit
You have to take all of me
No, I cant give back
No, I feel for you
Oh, Im gonna be stuck
No matter what I do
cause itll grow till the world
Dont go round no more
But I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
But I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
But I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
song performed by by Diana Ross

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DEPRESSION Makes me.......
Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless
Depression makes me sick
What does Depression give me?
When it runs high…
It will make me Die - REST IN PEACE…
poem by Annie Juliet

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Depression Makes Me
depression makes me feel pain
depression makes me stupid
depression makes me feel low
depression makes me mad
depression makes me sad
depression makes me forget the world
depression makes me tensed
depression makes me lose self control
depression makes me hate everyone
depression makes me think over and over
depression makes me feel lonely
depression makes me think wild
depression makes me worthless
depression makes me sick
what does depression give me?
when it runs high…
it will make me die - rest in peace…
poem by Tashi Coote

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I can trust you
At first
I thought
I was alone
At first
I thought
that I couldn't trust anyone
At first
my depression hung heavily
over my head
At first
I thought
nobody cared
At first
I thought
I would never tell anybody
Now
I know
you're a friend
Now
I know
that I can trust you
Now
I can
let it all out
Now
I WILL
let it all out
Now
the depression
is lifting
All because
I can trust you
Thank you ZES
poem by Annie Janine

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I Cant Give Back The Love I Feel For You
(ashford / simpson / holland)
Heres a tear
For a souvenir
And a dream
Torn at the seams
Heres a promise that you made to me of love
Its more than Ill ever see
And then youre free to go
But I cant give back the love I feel for you
Gonna be stuck with it no matter what I do
Take these eyes that once could see
Now reflections of my misery
And happiness I thought would last
Is now becoming just a thing of the past
But I cant give back the love
Thats a part of me
If you want just a little bit
Youll have to take all of me
Simply adore
til the world dont go round no more
Heres the ring
That didnt mean a thing
And letters you wrote
That gave my young heart hope
Take the pillow where my dreams were made
And the mind where the thought of you stayed
But, baby, you should know
That I cant give back the love I feel for you
Gonna be stuck with it no matter what I do
Take these arms that held you close
And follow up the one you need the most
Take these hands no good to me
That used to touch you so tenderly
But I cant give back the love
Thats a part of me
If you want just a little bit
Youll have to take all of me
No, I cant give back the love that I feel for you, yeah
Gonna be stuck with it no matter, no matter what I do
No, I cant give back the love thats a part of me, yeah
Gonna be stuck with it no matter, no matter what i, what I do
Gonna get stuck
Gonna get stuck
song performed by by Dusty Springfield

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Depression Makes Me
Depression makes me feel pain, Depression makes me stupid, Depression makes me feel low, Depression makes me mad, Depression make me sad, Depression makes me forget the world, Depression makes me tensed, Depression makes me lose self control, Depression makes me hate everyone, Depression makes me think over and over, Depression makes me feel lonely, Depression makes me think wild, Depression makes me worthless, Depression makes me sick, what does depression give me? when it runs high- it will make me die-rest in peace..
poem by Nathaniel Hayes

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Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
song performed by by Proclaimers

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The first thing I read was of my character on the phone talking to Sydney's fiance. Though short, it was so beautifully written, and it made me laugh. I thought if I wanted to play a character, this would be it.
quote by Victor Garber

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Camera Obscura
to be in the unlit bedroom,
and watch the gleaming world outside,
is the closest one can get,
to understanding despair;
it is not depression or despair itself,
since you have made it like that,
but when told, when explained what it is,
quite gives a good analogy to good'ol despair.
the camera obscura, is splendorous,
when you were the creator of such thing,
when you have managed to impress
a part of the real and moving world onto blank walls;
imagine, to be able to watch the happy children
and their families, and toy pets, smiles and giggles,
while laying awake on your bed,
entangled in strange knots made of sheets.
one can be shaking, withdrawn,
on the verge of tears,
and still wrapped in the commonness
of what lies outside
it gives us, above all things,
a sense of detachment,
you are, at the same time,
apart of it and out of it;
depression is quite like a
camera obscura,
but when it is not depression,
it can be a rather charming thing.
poem by A.R. Brixton

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Depression is...
Depression is when you hate everyone around
Depression is when you don't want to make a sound
Depression is when all you want to do is cry
Depression is when you feel like you’re dying inside
Depression is when your thoughts wonder all the time
Depression is when you can't sleep even though you’re tired
Depression is when you don't want to go on
Depression is when you can't stop shaking outside
Depression is when you hide who you are
Depression is when you put on a mask to hide what you feel
Depression is when you feel weak all the time
Depression is when you give in to everything around
Depression is when you don't care what happens anymore
Depression is just another day in my life
poem by Celeste Alvear

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Depression Is When
depression is when you hate everyone around
depression is when you don't want to make a sound
depression is when all you want to do is cry
depression is when you feel like you’re dying inside
depression is when your thoughts wonder all the time
depression is when you can't sleep even though you’re tired
depression is when you don't want to go on
depression is when you can't stop shaking outside
depression is when you hide who you are
depression is when you put on a mask to hide what you feel
depression is when you feel weak all the time
depression is when you give in to everything around
depression is when you don't care what happens anymore
depression is just another day in my life
poem by Tashi Coote

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my DEPRESSION
depression is when you hate everyone around
depression is when you don't want to make a sound
depression is when all you want to do is cry
depression is when you feel like you’re dying inside
depression is when your thoughts wonder all the time
depression is when you can't sleep even though you’re tired
depression is when you don't want to go on
depression is when you can't stop shaking outside
depression is when you hide who you are
depression is when you put on a mask to hide what you feel
depression is when you feel weak all the time
depression is when you give in to everything around
depression is when you don't care what happens anymore
depression is just another day in my life that will forever remain
poem by Kaliaha Hogue

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Something More
there is a part of me in you,
in every move you make,
every thought you think,
in every sleepless night...
there is a part of you in me,
in every time i do the right thing,
every gentle and good thought,
in everything i believe...
there is a part of us in God,
and a part of God in us;
that cannot be seperated
and still feed the flame of living.
there is a part of love, and the whole,
written by our destinies.
you and i, and something more,
that words cannot define.
poem by Eric Cockrell

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Agony
Ever wonder how He felt?
Praying in the garden
His students asleep
Could not watch for an hour
He knew He had to die
Even if it's just for me
He would be scourged
He would sweat blood
Even if it's just for me
Agony!
There He was, fixed
Nails in hands and feet
For a moment
Abandoned by God
Agony!
They pierced Him
Blood and water gushed
Mom at His feet
Brothers vanquished
Head bowed
Breathed His last
How He felt?
Think you have it hard?
Think about Him
Agony!
He was wrapped
Buried and left
Thought it was the end?
Not so fast!
Three days later
He got up
Just like that
Now He reigns victorious
Today knees bow
Eyes close
Agony?
poem by Buxton Shippy

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Depression Is
depression is my life without you,
depression is the darkness taking over the light,
depression is the thoughts of suicide
depression is isolation from the outside world
depression is where no one loves me
depression is where i have no friends
depression is where everyone looks at me and rolls there eyes
depression is.......
poem by Tashi Coote

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All Things Are Simply Possible, Just By God's Saving Grace!
I aimed to accomplish one thing,
But turned to be yet another;
I thought I was unfit in life,
But God brought me out of all strife.
All things are simply possible,
Just by God's saving grace!
I travelled by a road I chose;
It led me to an alien place;
I thought I had a blunder done;
God gave me timely rain and sun!
All things are simply possible,
Just by God's saving grace!
I felt awful and depressed oft,
And life had turned quite meaningless;
To God, I cried in despair, ‘Lord! '
My strength returned reading His Word!
All things are simply possible,
Just by God's saving grace!
I saw the modern world of man,
Afilled by sin and wickedness;
I felt like asking God, ‘But why? '
Hope filled my heart anew from sky!
All things are simply possible,
Just by God's saving grace!
I found all earthly life futile,
And wished from heart to earlier die!
But God renewed my spirits high,
And made my earthly stay worthwhile!
All things are simply possible,
But by God's saving grace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 17=11-2012
poem by John Celes

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Had Thought
I had once thought about killing
But no-one could I ever kill,
I had once thought about robbing
But from no-one could I ever steal,
I had once thought about cheating
But to a love I could never cheat
I had once thought about lying
But to no-one could I cause deceit,
I had once thought about my death
But I did not want to die
I once thought about depression
But no longer did I want want to cry
I once thought about using
But no one could I ever use
I had once thought about abusing
But then to no-one could I ever abuse.
In my life I had these thoughts
As they would entered into my brain
But when they entered into my soul
From them all I did refrain.
I know what's right from wrong
And that truth can or will never change
Excuses instead of truth cannot be accepted
And sins cannot change their name.
Those ideals will still enter into my mind
Especially when temptation I had sought
But I will stay a virtuos and truthful man
When it comes to sins and lies, I too had thought.
poem by Randy McClave

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Some Children Say
Yours Is now a different world, some children say?
A world that lost it's way as thought advances?
May it never be, that we must give less thought,
to those with more in thought or how the thoughtless.
Why not let the children pray, where children play.
When you are old and Grey because of what you said,
and where then will you stay, from what you made?
poem by Is It Poetry

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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Virginity Taker
I have finally found the right one
To have and to hold for all eternity
In sickness and in health
Until death do us part
I thought laying next to you that one night
Right before you took it form me that precious piece of gold
I'll never get back
The future looked bright
I thought we would never fight
I was up there for a week only for you
Just for you
So in love with you
You were the man of my world
The same one that tore it all apart
Made me what I am today
Just a whore
I use to hear whispers now they are more like screams
They remind me of my mistake
I have already taken the physical beaten
The emotional one is really not needed
I thought I learned my lesson
But the pain I felt was all to great
And that desire oh that desire
Was just too much for a barley 16 year old girl to take
I had no one to turn to
No family no friends
They all said I told you so
You asked how I was doing
And told me that you loved me
Well Kevin you took that
I didn’t give it to you
You took it from me
Coned a young girl
From her virginity
Stay away I don’t need you
And I have found some one else
Not out just for that
He’s out for me Not to be my
Virginity taker
poem by Mrs. Cynosure

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