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Student Poetry – Survivor

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Our Psychology degree student delves into the different facets of dark emotions and how one faces the turmoil in battling depression, in the form of poetry.

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It’s hard to word On an empty page When I’m fearful Of saying it out loud

It’s hard to speak About the rush Of emotions That circulate Over a span Of just a second

It’s hard for me To describe it But for the sake of awareness I’ll try my best

Depression, Is when your body Is a prisoner to a mind That is malfunctioning

Depression, Is when you sleep Clinging on to the very hope Of ceasing to exist

Anxiety, Is depression’s best friend More often than not It’s a “Buy one get one free”

Anxiety, Is experiencing A heart attack And loving it! Because pain Is all that feels real anymore

Anxiety and depression, Is when you text a friend And can’t get past “What’s up?”

Anxiety and depression, Is when It’s an obligation to say “I’m fine” Simply because The world is not ready To see someone “strong” Break into a million pieces That still doesn’t feel Like enough damage

Anxiety and depression, Is what people call “crazy” Or worse “A phase”

I stand here today Body and mind Maybe not whole But still fighting

I simply exist now To tell you That someone “strong” Can break That someone Who befriended the darkness Is a survivor

Some days I find myself Isolated Scared Empty But for most of it

I came, I drowned, I survived


Rhea Tara Vijayakumar TMC Academy Psychology Graduate Year 2016

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