this depression is self made

if I was living in India, or Africa, and had nothing to eat, I wouldn't have even think of depression.
it is only because I'm rich and have free time that I allow myself to be depressed.
it is only because I'm childish and spoiled that I can get depressed.
if there was no one in the world who could care about me, I had to fight for living, I had to work and do stuff.
but I have the option of sitting here and slide the internet.
no onder that he doesn't love me anymore like before.
he loves me only when I'm happy. he hates my sadness and sais it's stupid.
and he's right - it is stupid.
I'm not sick, there's nothing wrong in me, I make myself sick by thinking of it all the time.
just normal life, what's so hard? what's so hard?

wel, if you are depressed, there must be a reason, maybe you just don't have enough goign on, and boredom has turned into depression, or maybe you have a chemical embalance of your neurotransmitters, or maybe somone close, a family member, and parent, wasn't what they should have been to you, and it's ruined your emotional complex, you must have a reason, i don't think that anybody wants to feel this way on purpose.

Wow! I like your poem. Very creative.

my little signature? thats just silly words, i wrote it when i had psychosis daily

If it's any consolation you are not alone, your poem expressed exactly the way I am feeling aswell. I've been through private education and have had such a privileged lifestyle, have never been short of food or money and feel guilty that I can feel this way when there are people out there starving, homeless and needy. To be honest, the fact that you acknowledge this makes you sound like a really nice person as you are not selfish and do care for the needs of others. You might not realise it, but as an outsider I can see it. There is a plan for your life, you are here for a purpose so just hang in there and don't give up. I have come through a period of clinical/white depression before and so can you. Good luck and keep striving.

oh, well cool, well, the poem was about the lights that i used to see whn i had pyschosis, maybe becoming one for a moment, and then sparkling away, i guess thats what it could mena, but as they say, the menaing is up to the interpretor. well, i have major depression, and when at it's worse, i have psychotic features as well, means i begin to suffer somthing like shcizophrenia, but it only lasts for a short time, unlike shcizophrenia, and well, i've had depressiona ll my life, due to the way i've been raised, and sadly i still live around my parents, the people that have made me this way, just righ tnow i guess i'm working on getting over it.