Depression: feeling sad every day.
It doesn't matter what people say.
I'm a slave to my own mind.
My thoughts got me in a bind.
Rescue me from my deluded mind.
Sadness is a contract I've signed.
Hung up on a line to dry.
Soaked with the tears I cry.
Might as well stop here.
My destination is far from near.
I may laugh and I may smile.
But never been truly happy in a while.
Where do I go from here?
Do I live my life in joy or fear?
Should I even bother anymore?
You already walked out the door.
Tell me I'm wrong, go ahead.
I will lie here, wounded, in my bed.
Beaten and bruised.
Torn and confused.
This depression, so real and true.
I'm lonely without you.
It doesn't matter what others say.
My mind is fucked every day.
©princess95
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