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One of my favorite songs of all time. i feel the lyrics express what depression is like and how often, despite the hurt, we keep trying, we keep pushing forwards, but, we don't always feel happy. It's like feeling trapped in concrete, unable to move, unable to find our words, unable to smile, and if we smile it is forced and fake. Over time that depression gradually corrupts us, the good, the joy, the hope. Visions of future become dim, the colors of the world start to fade away to grey.
Depression weighs on us, it bends our bodies pushing us closer to our breaking points.
When i first told my mom i wanted to take my life, i played this song for her, as music is often the best way i communicate with people. Because like the lyrics, i can't seem to speak to anyone. i shut down and retreat. In all my years of suffering with mental illness and severe depression, self harming, anxiety, it was the first time my mom showed me some sympathy and compassion, by crying. Of course that moment was short lived. But it is one decent memory i have of her.
Morning glories are also my favorite flowers. i grew them every year, all different kinds and colors. Even some Japanese varieties. When mydad passed in '20 i stopped growing them. i had some the size of myhands and larger. Sorry i rambled...just, feeling lost like a corrupted morning glory...
"The morning glory silently cried
For the morning glory strayed from the right path and became alone
The morning glory couldn't go anywhere
Whenever the sun rose
The morning glory forcibly smiled
The morning glory straightened its spine
Yet the morning glory couldn't speak to anyone
It could only turn its collar up and stand up straight
The morning glory gradually gets corrupted
The morning glory finds its sight dull
The morning glory bends its body somewhere
On the concrete street
The morning glory can't bloom fully
The morning glory is merely cold
The morning glory has done nothing but shivered
Still it has to force itself to bloom beautifully
In the corner of the dark room
The morning glory closes the curtains
It won't see anything sad, yet
The sound of the clock hand
Prickling and carving won't stop
However much sadness
And loneliness wait ahead
Of the morning glory, the night will end
Yet the morning glory forgot how to walk
And time waits for no one
The morning glory can only cry
The morning glory can't get used to being hurt
A sense of loneliness happiness emptiness and pain
Have climbed up for several times
Yet why is sadness the only thing that's left inside the heart of the morning glory?
Can someone please give me some water
So that I can wash my miserable face
I've thought about various things...
I'm so tired
Yet I can't sleep
However much sadness
And loneliness wait ahead of the morning glory the night will end
Yet the morning glory forgot how to walk
And time waits for no one
Because the morning comes again
The morning glory has to force another smile
The morning glory can only cry"
Depression weighs on us, it bends our bodies pushing us closer to our breaking points.
When i first told my mom i wanted to take my life, i played this song for her, as music is often the best way i communicate with people. Because like the lyrics, i can't seem to speak to anyone. i shut down and retreat. In all my years of suffering with mental illness and severe depression, self harming, anxiety, it was the first time my mom showed me some sympathy and compassion, by crying. Of course that moment was short lived. But it is one decent memory i have of her.
Morning glories are also my favorite flowers. i grew them every year, all different kinds and colors. Even some Japanese varieties. When mydad passed in '20 i stopped growing them. i had some the size of myhands and larger. Sorry i rambled...just, feeling lost like a corrupted morning glory...
"The morning glory silently cried
For the morning glory strayed from the right path and became alone
The morning glory couldn't go anywhere
Whenever the sun rose
The morning glory forcibly smiled
The morning glory straightened its spine
Yet the morning glory couldn't speak to anyone
It could only turn its collar up and stand up straight
The morning glory gradually gets corrupted
The morning glory finds its sight dull
The morning glory bends its body somewhere
On the concrete street
The morning glory can't bloom fully
The morning glory is merely cold
The morning glory has done nothing but shivered
Still it has to force itself to bloom beautifully
In the corner of the dark room
The morning glory closes the curtains
It won't see anything sad, yet
The sound of the clock hand
Prickling and carving won't stop
However much sadness
And loneliness wait ahead
Of the morning glory, the night will end
Yet the morning glory forgot how to walk
And time waits for no one
The morning glory can only cry
The morning glory can't get used to being hurt
A sense of loneliness happiness emptiness and pain
Have climbed up for several times
Yet why is sadness the only thing that's left inside the heart of the morning glory?
Can someone please give me some water
So that I can wash my miserable face
I've thought about various things...
I'm so tired
Yet I can't sleep
However much sadness
And loneliness wait ahead of the morning glory the night will end
Yet the morning glory forgot how to walk
And time waits for no one
Because the morning comes again
The morning glory has to force another smile
The morning glory can only cry"
