why can’t nothing be nothing?
stimulation
stimulation
stimulation
don’t brag about depression
don’t cry over a stranger’s silence
let it simmer
don’t act
think
about nothing
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I enjoyed this, but like some of the fine people below me, I was a bit confused. I liked the lines "why can't nothing be nothing?" "don't brag about depression' and 'don't cry over a stranger's silence'. I thought they were powerful and delivered a very real and 'with the times' message while still being poetic. However, I was at a loss when it came to "stimulation, stimulation, stimulation' and the last four lines of the poem. Are you telling people to bottle their feelings up, or simply forget all of their woes? I'm not saying it's bad, but maybe you could clear that up a little. Anyway, nice work. Keep writing!
-Bellator
Heeey, I like what you are getting at here, however I think you were a little too simplistic in delivering your point, as I was a bit confused as to what exactly you were trying to say by the end of the poem. Also, you didn't use grammar, that is a must when writing (unless you are a stubborn Cormac McCarthy). But then again, Tryhard depressos do piss me off to, they are such moronic attention seekers. It sickens me sometimes.
You had a good point to make, nice job
I don't even have an Instagram and I get annoyed when I hack my friends and read some of the accounts on there.
I can understand how three lines relate to your description:
The way I see these lines is kind of like this; in the first you are asking why people have to dramatize anything and everything that happens in their lives; the second you are criticizing the people who do so; and in the third you are telling people not to get upset when no one responds to their ramblings.
The rest of the poem, however, is a mystery to me.
Except looking back, I think that in the last lines you are saying not to react to people who post such things, and to just let it sit and not think about it.
But I'm not sure.
You have a good base, you just need to add a bit more detail and explain things a bit more, at least in my opinion you do.
Of course, if you are content with the way it is then please keep it that way.
~Teen~
I really like the simplicity of this. This is something that bothers me too. I feel like depression, anorexia, anxiety, and just generally not liking people has gotten to be so glorified lately. It is now the cool thing to be one of those things. Its like it went from people trying to console one another by saying "hey its okay--I'm like that too, you aren't alone" to others jumping in and saying "me too!" because they feel the need to be a part of that. It isn't cool to have depression. I really appreciated your piece because I'm not the only one who thinks that pretending to be something you aren't, especially with something as real as depression, is how to gain popularity.
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This is...interesting.
I don't really get the repetition of "stimulation," but, for some weird reason, I like it--kind of like when people are eating something and they say, "I don't even like this," but they keep eating it until they realize they actually /do/ like it. That's how I like that repetition.
"Don't brag about depression." YES YES YES YES YES YES. As a depression survivor, I'm all for this line. I love this line. I want this line to be my best friend.
"Don't cry over a stranger's silence." Okay, this is good. This is what I'm thinking as I'm reading: I feel this on a personal level, but I want you to take me to a /spiritual/ level. I want you to make me /cry/ by the end of this poem.
"Let it simmer." What? Let it simmer? But you just told me not to cry over it! Maybe I don't get your real meaning behind that, and maybe someone more experienced with good poetry than I would know what you mean, but for now, I'm a little confused by this line.
The last few lines are fine, but they didn't make me /cry/. They just made me sigh a little. It was good, but I think it could've been /great/.
I don't really understand what the poem has to do with Instagram, but since I don't have an instagram, I don't think I can really intellectually comment on that.
Overall, I give this poem seven stars of ten, because I liked it fine, but I think you can do /great/. Good job!
This is about "emo" accounts on Instagram that SHOVE THEIR "DEPRESSION" IN MY FACE. It's really annoying, but thanks for the input!