I can't settle, always in distress
In this darkness I stare away in pain
What will I gain in idle thought
But I've tried and I still try
Yet still what not
Yet I try, I still try but what not
I don't know what more to do
My brain is fogged
My mind in a haze
My thoughts unarranged
What more left to be waved
In turmoil I stand with shaky hands
Clenched against that which gives me ease
That which gives me all
That which sets me free
That which you define as sad
That which you define as dangerous
That which you describe as unsafe
I am depressed you say
I am free I feel
"You need help" you say
I am helping myself I feel
What more help do I need if all else feels marvelous after that which you stand against
©hyba01
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