One day, (I don't remember quite when it was) I realized that I needed to move on. I had known that I'd eventually come to that inevitable conclusion, but it took its time in getting there. I changed my outlook on things a bit, and tried not to let it get to me. It turned out to be impossible to completely remove all feelings about the subject that had caused my depression, but I could at least hold them back, keep them from controlling me.

          I never moved on quite as much as I had hoped I would, but I struggled on away from that previous pain. I'm finding new pains and other things to concentrate on. It may seem depressing, but hey, that's life.

Revelation	This was the poem that brought me out of my depression. It was sort of like an epiphany. I sat down and wrote this poem, and listed all of the things that I realized that I needed to do now. The next day at school I went out and tried to start over.
Questing	Written two days after Revelation, I was in sort of an odd mood. I looked at the two things I had just experienced: depression and anti-depression. This is a sort of rhyming conversation of the voices in my head, talking things over.
Emotional Fabric	My depression hit me again, but in a different way. I realized that I wasn't fully out in the clear yet, and I needed something. A feeling of total dependency consumed me, and around that time, I came into close contact with somebody that I looked at with different eyes.
Overboard	Despite what it sounds like, this isn't about the same person as the last one. Same feeling, though, because while I was in the same state as the last poem, someone else came up and presented me with an opportunity that I immediately jumped for when I shouldn't have.
Reverence	There is a special person who means more to me than she knows. She realizes that I treasure her presence in my life, but I don't think she knows the full extent of it. Reading back poems like this that I wrote frighten me.
This	A short poem of self-disgust in not getting what I was trying for when I acted a little while ago. Damn depression, go away.
Doctor	A lot of my friends don't have much of anybody to talk to when they need to vent or confide in someone, so I try to be there whenever I can. I try to help people with their problems: it's something I've done for years. Late at night, I was having my own problems, but still tried to help out a friend in need. I wrote this afterwards.
Monochrome	I was sitting upstairs, on the couch, and everything was quiet. If my brain had actually been working, I could call this reflection, but as it is, all I was doing was sort of staring around the room and thinking really slowly.
Black Razor	I don't expect a whole lot of people can relate to this poem. I've gotten to a level of understanding in my life where I no longer hate anyone. All the people that I used to hate, I understand too well, now. There are times when I just wish I could hate somebody, especially after I've just finished smoothing out some problem to a state where everybody's happy.
AfterImage	Whatever part of me that desires companionship so much kicked in the morning after a sleepover. I sort of lost myself in it for a while. I hadn't gotten much sleep at all, and was thinking back on the previous night's events.
Dissipate	Upon leaving the company of someone I cared for, I had done something that meant a lot to me, but was totally blown off by the other person. They didn't even realize what it meant to me. I think they thought I was joking, but I was hurt.