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Depression

I know you want to

help. But, 

when I’m sad,

don’t try to make me laugh.

When I’m low,

don’t try to cheer me up.

When I look fed up,

don’t try to solve my 

problems,

I don’t want solutions,

I want to be miserable 

and cry my sorrows.

I want to feel my grief 

deep inside,

and the pain, all of it.

Yes, I know there’s 

a hole on the sofa, 

with the shape of my 

bottom. And I know 

day time TV

is depressing,

I don’t need a friend to

tell me that! And no,

I don’t want to go

to the cinema!

If you stay, 

stay in silence, 

invisible. 

And if I speak,

just listen.

By Anabela V.

Author:

I can not decide if I am a teacher who writes or a writer who teaches, both activities give me equal satisfaction. Words are my secret place. I write about my experience as a mature student, mental health, living and raising a family in a foreign country, following my dreams and finding love later in life.

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