Battling Depression
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There is a dark place in each of us,
That many can't escape,
Where permanment slumber is what we are told to crave,
We are stuck in a dark embrace, we think we can never break,
Depression is a selfish illness in that it makes you think
solely about one thing; Oneself.
You try in vain to conquer these demons yet find it does little to
help.
The greatest treachery comes from the
coldest depths
There’s no sanctuary in the waters
you tread
No air beneath you to support
your wings
Everything you know and are is
gone with the wind
