Tired of Your DepressionA Poem by ButterflymomDepressions mark on loved ones!
My frustration and anger grows When you spiral down, down Into your black abyss Following you there In utter despair Extending my hand to bring you out I land right there on top of you Somehow, I find my way up, up Out of that loathesome, lonely, dark nothingness You stay there shrouded in pain Warming to your misery like a cloak Your emotional treachery, and black, dark moods Making stains on those that care Next time you go down that hole I won't follow you there
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17 Reviews Added on January 4, 2009 Last Updated on February 2, 2009 AuthorButterflymomKYAboutI am a Licensed Clinical Social Worker (psychotherapist) that has worked in the field for almost 20 years. My experience is vast, and I've worked with diverse populations. My interest in writing is t.. more..Writing
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