I'm depressed anons. Post some poetry/music that will help me wallow in my despair...

How long these hours take to pass
As long as a whole procession

Yet you'll mourn the time you mourned,
For it will be gone too soon,
like all time past:
too fast, too long ago

Try some Georg Trakl

"For you dear user"

There is nothing left today
But steel and fire and stone
Though all we knew depart
The old commandments stand

"In courage kept your heart
In strength lift up your head"

And although I don't speak much, anymore
your voice has sparked flint
From my mortal tongue
Flamed with arid, lips of woe

"Hating yourself is powerful
like drinking from a cool well
Beware, for you don't know yet
That water is poisoned, 'tis a sure bet
A hundred times you mimic the motion
and still you are bound to forget"

But despite his plight
His public, perhaps,
Wont phantom the though
that beyond our great wall
Something lies out of sight
Divine in nature, no matter how small,

Now I sit in the center of a burning house
And watch it char away
I'm protected, from the flames that catch
But they burn me all the same.

- with love, by user

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carlo michelstaedter actually has a great part on forcing a specific “emption” (specifically in sorrow) and it inherently missing the goal in the early rhetoric part of his book, i believe.
Check it out before your next self wallowing.

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Excerpt it.

if thread is up in 8 hours i will see if i can find it in my copy.

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im sorry. I forgot I have it in german.
The position of this specific page is the second part: I The Rhetoric a page or so before “a historical example”; though, if you won’t read it all, read at minimum the entire I Rhetoric part, it is the best in the book.

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youtube.com/watch?v=ZzdDQfbS3mA

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La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.
Nos péchés sont têtus, nos repentirs sont lâches;
Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux,
Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux,
Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches.
Sur l'oreiller du mal c'est Satan Trismégiste
Qui berce longuement notre esprit enchanté,
Et le riche métal de notre volonté
Est tout vaporisé par ce savant chimiste.
C'est le Diable qui tient les fils qui nous remuent!
Aux objets répugnants nous trouvons des appas;
Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous descendons d'un pas,
Sans horreur, à travers des ténèbres qui puent.
Ainsi qu'un débauché pauvre qui baise et mange
Le sein martyrisé d'une antique catin,
Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin
Que nous pressons bien fort comme une vieille orange.
Serré, fourmillant, comme un million d'helminthes,
Dans nos cerveaux ribote un peuple de Démons,
Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.
Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie,
N'ont pas encor brodé de leurs plaisants dessins
Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins,
C'est que notre âme, hélas! n'est pas assez hardie.
Mais parmi les chacals, les panthères, les lices,
Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants,
Dans la ménagerie infâme de nos vices,
II en est un plus laid, plus méchant, plus immonde!
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris
Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde;
C'est l'Ennui! L'oeil chargé d'un pleur involontaire,
II rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.
Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,
— Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère!

Why was Baudelaire so based bros?

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Here, this is about loss of purpose m.youtube.com/watch?v=qfKKBDFCiIA
This is about finding out that you're wrong when it's too late

m.youtube.com/watch?v=xSZBIs0gs0E

You have the right to feel like shit.

yeah, if you aren't depressed you simply aren't paying enough attention

This one is about the bitter sweetness of reconciliation with an ex. Seeing how lifes turns and twists while intense when experienced, melancholicaly contains within itself it´s own genesis. As if time still moves at two directions simultaneously.

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she's ugly and her voice is ugly

m.youtube.com/watch?v=l4_6eQm7RTQ about a cute little millennial girl growing up in the 90s, the sad part is that she never married

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I skimmed the post and missed the part about "wallowing in despair". Good luck with that fren

I don't speak German, but thanks anyways.

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Today was my birthday and I can't feel the difference.

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I'll share some more depressive black metal if you want but Drudkh is my favourite for when I'm in your mood.

youtube.com/watch?v=S7zHZrcHdxg
:^)

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im certain you can find it even online in english.
give it a read. it’s simple yet good. (dude was 23 when he wrote it and the day he finished it killed himself)

Get into Coil.
youtube.com/watch?v=k0x77EdoXhw