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No one wants to speak to me.
No one wants my opinion.
I feel I count for nothing.
If I am someone,
Then should I not matter?
I am just the wife.
My husband is more important.
I am just the mother.
My children are more important.
I am just a woman.
Everyone is more important.
So, this is my life, my existence?
A future filled with others?
Others’ needs, others’ wants, others’ desires?
Where will my husband be
When my time has come?
Will my children gather ‘round
Or just assume “Mom will understand”?
What of my friends? Do I have any?
Will any mourn me, or just miss me?
I cry from the bottom of my soul.
My heart aches from want.
Is it any wonder I lose myself
In worlds of my own choosing?
That I exist in my mind?
Is it because I feel no connection,
No bonds with this world?
I am insignificant.
I am alone.
Can anything fix this?
Can anyone?
Would anyone?
My withdrawl may be self-imposed,
But it is caused by such feelings of inadequacy.
Of lack of worth.
If I were to choose to end my withdrawl,
Who would notice, or care?
Society places such limitations on us.
“You must do this, you cannot do this.
What you feel is wrong.
Your soul is wrong.
Accept that we know what is best
For you and you family.
We, of the ‘Feel Good’ philosophy.
No one should be made to feel less than all.”

Only me.

–—

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A Cry From The Depths

Contributed by Rous on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 08:31:33 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

What is it about me?
No one wants to speak to me.
No one wants my opinion.
I feel I count for nothing.
If I am someone,
Then should I not matter?
I am just the wife.
My husband is more important.
I am just the mother.
My children are more important.
I am just a woman.
Everyone is more important.
So, this is my life, my existence?
A future filled with others?
Others’ needs, others’ wants, others’ desires?
Where will my husband be
When my time has come?
Will my children gather ‘round
Or just assume “Mom will understand”?
What of my friends? Do I have any?
Will any mourn me, or just miss me?
I cry from the bottom of my soul.
My heart aches from want.
Is it any wonder I lose myself
In worlds of my own choosing?
That I exist in my mind?
Is it because I feel no connection,
No bonds with this world?
I am insignificant.
I am alone.
Can anything fix this?
Can anyone?
Would anyone?
My withdrawl may be self-imposed,
But it is caused by such feelings of inadequacy.
Of lack of worth.
If I were to choose to end my withdrawl,
Who would notice, or care?
Society places such limitations on us.
“You must do this, you cannot do this.
What you feel is wrong.
Your soul is wrong.
Accept that we know what is best
For you and you family.
We, of the ‘Feel Good’ philosophy.
No one should be made to feel less than all.”

Only me.

–—

Copyright Â© Rous ... [ 2004-09-28 20:31:33]
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Re: A Cry From The Depths (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 08:37:26 PM AEST
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Depression is like a hole we crawl in to an then it's so scarey we don't want to come out. I told my doc I feel like a boxer that's been hit so many times I just want to stay down..I don't want to get hit any more. my husband doesn't even let me empty the trash..he goes through it..so I feel inadequate to even make a small decision like that. God forbid someone ask me to make a big decision..and they ask why we have no self esteem..or how we "let ourselves get this way.." gee...I wonder. Once a woman is here..it's hard to fight back...thanks for the wonderful poem. That's one way to fight.

Re: A Cry From The Depths (User Rating: 1 )
by Rous on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 08:46:17 PM AEST
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[quote]Depression is like a hole we crawl in to an then it's so scarey we don't want to come out. I told my doc I feel like a boxer that's been hit so many times I just want to stay down..I don't want to get hit any more. my husband doesn't even let me empty the trash..he goes through it..so I feel inadequate to even make a small decision like that. God forbid someone ask me to make a big decision..and they ask why we have no self esteem..or how we "let ourselves get this way.." gee...I wonder. Once a woman is here..it's hard to fight back...thanks for the wonderful poem. That's one way to fight.[quote/]

It is my way. I do not even let him read it, because he does not understand the symbolism. Heck, he does not understand the plain black and white. Yeah, they are a piece of work. And boy, do I have the poems after the weekend I just had! This is my way of venting. Call it cheap therapy. Call it crazy. But I can definately call it mine. Nothing to do with him. Nothing he can share with me. All mine, baby. Oh, that was a side trip. Thank you for reading. You must have hit that no more than it was posted. I was still on the site. I am happy that others can relate. It helps that I am not the only one.

Re: A Cry From The Depths (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 09:05:03 PM AEST
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Very sad but written well.
My Dr. has me on meds to cope with depression. Many folks out there have to take meds jus to get thru life. Especially in this day-n-age we live in. Talk to your Dr.
luv, huggs, prayer, faith, hope-n-meds,
emy

Re: A Cry From The Depths (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 10:37:07 PM AEST
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well i would say something that would be comforting for me, but it brings everyone down, so im at a loss of what to say. =/

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