Depression

Mon, 12/22/2014 - 19:57 -- lookart

Depression

I have this thing with in my heart

Sometimes i wish it would tear me apart

My enemy as i have said

A fine for it i have paid

When I think of this terrible Pain

I just want to go and whip it with a cane

It overwhelms and takes over

Many people that surround me must take cover

This Pain sometimes needs cessions

And that is why my pain is called Depression

 

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