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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 am a student of English and Creative Writing. I am Portuguese but I have lived in the UK since 2002. Words are my magical place. I am a mother, have a day time job and a partner who is the love of my life.

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