You are one of the lucky few. I am delighted that you have found a way to experience some joy and hopefully banish those cyclical thought streams. Observing nature and things that distract one from thinking so much is potentially beneficial.

I have had to learn to keep my theories and opinions about depression to my self because they just piss people with depression off.

Thank you for your feedback! This poem is indeed auto-biographical in a sense, with some exaggerations for storytelling and conveyance. But you will also be glad to hear that it is of past experience and feeling. 

Depression is my lifelong battle, renamed from being my lifelong struggle. At my lowest, the agoraphobic feeling you were imparted with was damn-near fatal, and I lost my passion for writing, among everything else. So this is a testament, now that I'm better, that the words were there, inside me, and that time will not go forgotten or unwritten.

Now, I am rehabilitated and social, among the living, sharing my experience and knowledge with the world, the best I know how.

I wish there was some way I could cheer you up. Maybe you don't need cheering up?

There is a lot of sadness and feeling trapped. You might not like my motto.

"It's your universe, you make the rules."

How it works is this. You made the rule that you won't remember making the rule, so you forgot what the rule was that would make you stay trapped in this little space with bones and a nonringing phone. If you make a new rule (if possible) not to be so agoraphobic then you dry off from the shower, get dressed, go outside, and make a new rule to pay attention to all of this outsideness.

Or is this a non-autobiographical poem where you take somebody else's perspective?

The poem is actually not bad, compelling, disturbing.......depressing.

Which means it works, it conveys to the reader an exquisite agonizing state-of-being that so many of us share.


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Hello there fellow poets. I will be posting more lyrics out of my master lyric book, especially if this is well received, as I am looking for feedback on my lyrical poems before they get turned into real music pieces. This is one of my simpler songs in terms of vocal arrangement as well as story telling. Feedback most helpful would include how well it comes across to you in verbage and style, and if there's something that you think can be expressed differently or in a better way, but all in all, I look forward to reading any comments that come through. Thank you all for reading in advance.

Thank you so much. I wish you clarity and peace of mind on your journey.

I love “uncry my eyes” so much, as a phrase. Idk why. That line just hit different somehow.

Also, very relatable as a fellow depression sufferer.

So good job twice. I guess. :)

From my master lyric book titled To Whom This May Not Concern:

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Turn back the tides

Uncry my eyes

Forgive me, I

Never learned how to try;

Sitting in the shower

For the fourth or fifth hour

Asking heaven for the power

To see light again;

There is no being whole

To someone who sold their soul

For the chance to get to know

Where their body ends;

Contacts in my phone

Never called ‘home’

So am I just alone

Stuck with my bones

Stuck with my bones;

Turn back the tides

Uncry my eyes

Forgive me, I

Never learned how to try

All my mistakes

Don’t go away

I feel the pain

Growing everyday

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me;

Contacts in my phone

Never called ‘home’

So am I just alone

Stuck with my bones

Stuck with my bones

\-Kaydence Walker 2022

[Feedback 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xe58h5/parasocial/iof4ho2/?context=3)

[Feedback 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xdsf8n/except_for_my_heart/iodygfm/?context=3)

TAKE ME