They look at you
with scepticism
in their eyes
thinking that
you are lazy
and the problems
in your head
are all lies.
They don’t see you
curled up in bed,
tears streaming
down your face
as you battle
the demons
in your head.
The get suspicious
if one day
you should smile,
God forbid
that your torment
should give you a rest
every once
and a while.
You try to enjoy
those moments
as best you can,
for you know
it’s the only time
you feel like a man.
It doesn’t take long
for the darkness
to reappear
and you find yourself
withdrawing from
those you hold dear.
You give in to the
inevitable regression
and return
to the world
that is your depression.
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I get up, dress up and show up, routinely-but trust me, there have been those days, when curling up is very, very tempting. My Dad told me that there is nothing shameful about a man crying and I held him once or twice, when things got crazy in his life. That you pull yourself together, however tentatively, is a good thing. One step at a time…..
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So true.
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