On the first day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
a notebook full of sad poems.
On the second day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the third day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
six bloodied cuts,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
seven songs on replay,
six bloodied cuts,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the eight day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
eight reasons to die,
seven songs on replay,
six bloodied cuts,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two tearyeyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
nine taunting voicemails,
eight reasons to die,
seven songs on replay,
six bloodied cuts,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
ten nights of screaming,
nine taunting voicemails,
eight reasons to die,
seven songs on replay,
six bloodied cuts,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
eleven goodbye notes,
ten nights of screaming,
nine taunting voicemails,
eight reasons to die,
seven songs on replay,
six bloodied cuts,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
twelve empty pill bottles
eleven goodbye notes,
ten nights of screaming,
nine taunting voicemails,
eight reasons to die,
seven songs on replay,
six bloodied cuts,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
I can relate to this in so many ways right now. I like how you turned a song like the twelve days of Christmas to a poem about depression. This is the most creative thing that I have seen in a while. This an interesting way to let people know about what a struggle it is for a person that is suffering from depression.
Wow.
I honestly don't know what else to say, i can relate to this on every level, and it has stuck with me all day. There are so many strong intense emotions in this, that I read this during my school day and again when i got home because i just had to read it again!
You're format is so incredibly clever!! I think that all the irony in this, with the happy christmas holiday and the suicidal thoughts are amazing. (not that the topic is amazing but you're writing is!!)
This has also inspired me to try writing about my emotions again, because no matte who sappy this sounds…. i've been trying to keep things inside of me recently and this has given me the motivation to write more again!!
Thanks!!
Hey!
This was oddly enough, awesome! I enjoyed reading your own version of the 12 days of Christmas. I also found this strangely humorcal, despite there is nothing funny about depression and suicide. That should be taken seriously, none the less something about your lyrics made me smile. I find nothing wrong, and if you are feeling aggression this is a good way to get it out.
Keep on writing. Shalie
You must really hate Christmas!
Lulz.
I have no idea what possessed you to write this, but it is strangely quite humorous, and to say I can relate would be an understatement.
This is a really clever and original idea.
My favourite day?????
'On the ninth day of Christmas,
depression gave to me,
nine taunting voicemails,
eight reasons to die,
seven songs on replay,
six cuts a-bleeding,
five hate filled messages,
four tear-filled tissues,
three sharpened blades,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.'
You've captured something beautiful here. XD
Hello, here for a review.
That was, well, depressing. But I also find it was very creative (I just hope it's not true). Anyway, this song was well structured and it makes sense, I'm guessing you died after the Twelfth Day of Christmas?
However there are some things you might be able to improve.
Firstly,
six cuts a-bleeding,
six bleeding cuts,
two teary eyes,
and a notebook full of sad poems.
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