Depression at its finest

[Wratchet]

Regardless of depression and my bi polar disorder, I write to fight for another breath to keep me from the grave. As hard as depression tries to lay me down in the dirt, I push all my 170 lbs with the heart of the hulk against the world crumbling down on me. I Refuse to quit, I don't know if this is poetry or just simply rage putting words together to write and analyize myself like diagnosing electrical problems that cant be seen but can be measured.. How bad do I want success and get myself out of this rut, as bad as every single person on the titanic wished it hadn't of sunked, as much as everyone wished the world trade center never got destroyed..

With my fist the anger and my palm my patience, I stop my fist with my palm repelling my anger, and controlling my energy to a spiritual manner trying to balance myself out like I was on a high wire in the middle of the mountains 3000 feet up with no safety..

Every word I write buys me another breath to survive, im not running away from depression Im running towards it, n throwing it right in the fu**in grave.. Ambition and heart as strong as a American soldier going to war for his country, this is my war to survive to be there for my wife and my loved ones. I may not be able to talk to anyone about my issues as they would never understand this dark world without walking miles through it.

Praying everyday to the mighty lord to maintain the strength in my bones and my veins as he lets the words bleed through my veins to my finger tips and release this energy even with depression is at its finest, well so am I, its a fight for the world title, my life, I don't need negativity.. No matter how I need to get through this, mathematical equation, physical force, this is the last bump in my life, the most difficult one, and once im passed, all I see is success. Thank you depression for fuelling my ambition, rage and strength, I am winning.

[rowens]

The hardest and most impossible to get over bumps in my life were all over twenty bumps ago.

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A few typos in there. Did you post this in the Fun Section? Or did it get here some other way?

I know of quite a few people that wished for a long time that the World Trade Center would be destroyed, but don't tell anybody.

[Brownlie]

Regardless of depression and my bi polar disorder, I write to fight for another breath to keep me from the grave. As hard as depression tries to lay me down in the dirt, I push all my 170 lbs with the heart of the hulk against the world crumbling down on me. I Refuse to quit, I don't know if this is poetry or just simply rage putting words together to write and analyize myself like diagnosing electrical problems that cant be seen but can be measured.. How bad do I want success and get myself out of this rut, as bad as every single person on the titanic wished it hadn't of sunked, as much as everyone wished the world trade center never got destroyed..

With my fist the anger and my palm my patience, I stop my fist with my palm repelling my anger, and controlling my energy to a spiritual manner trying to balance myself out like I was on a high wire in the middle of the mountains 3000 feet up with no safety..

Every word I write buys me another breath to survive, im not running away from depression Im running towards it, n throwing it right in the fu**in grave.. Ambition and heart as strong as a American soldier going to war for his country, this is my war to survive to be there for my wife and my loved ones. I may not be able to talk to anyone about my issues as they would never understand this dark world without walking miles through it.

Praying everyday to the mighty lord to maintain the strength in my bones and my veins as he lets the words bleed through my veins to my finger tips and release this energy even with depression is at its finest, well so am I, its a fight for the world title, my life, I don't need negativity.. No matter how I need to get through this, mathematical equation, physical force, this is the last bump in my life, the most difficult one, and once im passed, all I see is success. Thank you depression for fuelling my ambition, rage and strength, I am winning.

I liked this one even if you can find some structural flaws there is an emotion conveyed and that comes across to the reader. You might be able to work in some metaphor about boxing. Good stuff.