Sometimes we have no more fights left inside
unstable in thoughts, our strength has subside
battling with all inner fears,
the only language to speak, is through our tears
they can't seem to comprehend our unspoken language
the power of our silence intimidates their presence
depression is real, such an ordeal!
Frustrated I am, drowning in my own tears
seclusion is best, my ultimate conclusion
the inner voices spured my reaction
the walls became my very best friends
solemn I have become, nothing! no more was fun
depression is real, a strong ordeal!
©davidb
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