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Fighting DepressionThere is weight on my chestFighting Depression by UncleGuts
It pushes and pushes
It suffocates me, and will not relent to my cries
It fills me with doubt and self-hatred
You are ugly, old, and useless!
What have you done?
What exactly have you accomplished in this life?
Your prime is slipping away,
And all that is left is that slow ride to death
You should have tried,
But you just gave up
You are pathetic, and your life is pointless
This same demon comes to me many times
In my past it almost claimed me
Your mother is dying
She is the only one who understands you
She is the rock you built your life on
Now you schooling is slipping
You don't seem to care about anything anymore
Why don't you just give up?
Why try anymore?
I opened the pill bottle
I wrote my note
I went to sleep...
...but I woke up again
Depression is horrific and absolutely controlling
I have struggled with it
Fought with that great demon
All of my life
When I write
When I give you these words
Not only are they for you,
But they are also a remi
I am a creator of unreality. A maker of things that no one else besides myself can visualize. I am pantheist. I have a thing for the universe and all the crap that makes it up. I am a hotdog. I drink to much. I like a lot of random and sometimes terrible music. |
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Hey, I'm Travis.. aka Uncle Guts, your average circus freak and lover of all things. I like just about all kinds of art. I like just about all kinds of people. I like just about all kinds of food too! Thank you much if you like my work. Thank you even more if you watch me! I tend to be a busy guy, so I might not update regularly, but I will be on at least once a week.