August 31, 2009 Un-named poem found on a scrap of paper

I’m deeply depressed now

Can’t help it, so it seems

disconnected, cold, frail

Awake each morning to the cold

Asleep each night in madness

Bottled up in my room now

Hiding from the outside world

Why did I go so wrong?

loneliness permeates every action,

Fear of the future,

 

(Symbolically, being depressed is really like being in a casket. This is Matt’s. I just couldn’t help from picturing this poem scribbled on a small sheet of water-damaged steno paper as being in a coffin.

Matt’s mom)

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