Mending

I frown and adjust my crown. My spirit shattered, but made no sound.

Counting my blessings, but my soul is down.

A sadness so deep, so profound.

Losing weight by the minute, I'm already down 80 pounds.

 

Depression is real, I care less what the naysayers have to say on any given day.

They don't walk in my shoes or see through my eye’s day to day.

Soul torn to pieces, so destroyed I can't even pray.

Down in the dumps, with no script because it's not a movie, it's not make believe, no play play.

 

This beast is a destroyer of friendships, relationships, opportunities, hopes, and dreams....I've lost plenty, cost me a pretty penny.

This sadness is not to be glamorized. It's not something worth celebrating or trending.

My heart is broken into tiny pieces in need of mending.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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