Days? Years? Who Cares? ! Poem by Seairra Kyger

'The walls spin Cigarettes Won’t help it Hold still So I’ll take this pill' I have been diagnosed with Major Depression and anxiety for the past half year or so, and like you had done many substances - some legal, a few maybe illegal.. This poem is a gem from that perspective. I can feel very well how it feels like. There are momentary reliefs througj addictive substances, but the moment their effect is over it is same bleak life again, only a little more worse than before.. At times death feels like the only options.. It is thay hard to keep yourself together.. A brilliant poem Seairra.. P: S: From your profile, it seems you had not been active now for some times.. If you ever come back, I want to thank you for writing about this and fighting this.. You are brave soul dear.. Take care. Blessings, best wishes, and a warm hug :)

beautiful, noise control..

Hope Seairra, you've come out of the phase you have described in the poem. With some effort, one can come out of depression; but drug addiction is much more serious and not so easy to get out of.

An excellent insight into a difficult time in your life. So glad it made you stronger. Thank you

Beautiful again with the muse of life! Knowing where to step your feet. Thanks for sharing.

Seairra, it's been over five years since you posted anything, so you will probably never see these nice comments people are leaving. I hope your life is better now and you have moved on from the troubles you were having. Best of luck to you!

The world and losses weigh heaviest when we are young. We need not grow insensitive but we learn to cope and sometimes get better control of our small piece of the planet.

Throwing away precious human life for any thing, even great depression, is not bravery. One must make conscious efforts to come out of that and every one around such a soul must help him/her in endeavors in that direction. Thanks for sharing.