Depression is a curseA Poem by JetMardiumI have a terrible curse Not because things are bad I cant help how I feel I cry when I’m glad My pain is powerful and real I cant help that you don’t understand I just want to run away and hide Close my eyes and drift to a better land Depression I suffer from One that makes you often want to eat the barrel of a gun Those of us who survive We are strong Those of us who choose to end their live They were wrong It wasn’t there fault Inside they are a ruin in shambles Their feelings locked in a loose keyed vault It's with their life they finally gamble © 2016 JetMardium |
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Added on January 23, 2016 Last Updated on January 23, 2016 Author
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