Depression.
It gets to me.
Eats away at my mind. My body. My soul.
Depression.
It's killing me.
I doubt myself. My choices. My decisions.
I cry.
Every night my emotions pour.
I release.
Can I cope?
I can't live a whole life of these outpours
Does it get better?
It can't get worse.
It isn't allowed to get worse.
I have no more tears to cry. No more heart to give.
Are you ever going to let me free?
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I write my poems as I go so many of the ones I post may still be being improved...most of mine rely on emotion and they can get very depressive but always a good read I hope...its just what I'm feeling and what I'm going through written down basically
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