by Ida
(Norway)
This is a poem or whatever, that I made, it expresses my feelings from when I was really depressed a couple of months ago. The drawing I made is from a few years back when I was 16 and expressed myself through drawing. Unfortunately After starting on the drug Cipralex, I've lost my interest and artistic skills, I don't really know what happened. But I hope I will start drawing again soon, its a great way of expressing myself and it's great therapy.
"Torn"
Dragged to both places, I'm about to break
not sadness not happiness. In between. Hate it
ugly feeling, fuck these pills,
fuck this therapy
doesn't work
7 years, 4 pills a day, wont keep the doctor away
not getting better
all I want is to live normal,
all fucked up and drugged,
nothing ever helps, but alcohol loves me
bad luck is what I'm cursed with
wish I could switch life with someone that needs these riches more than me.
What's this shit?
Want to blow my head off with a shotgun.
Not have to think again cause then i have no brain.
dead and cold thats what i dream of
wish this was physical. Then i could amputate it
ugly piece of shit rotting in my own misery
this shouldn't happen to anyone, especially not to someone who can almost get everything that they want. Replace me with a poor child in Africa, at least i'll have a reason for feeling like shit. and give a chance to someone who maybe could appreciate living more than