SheA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicDepression, she who troubles everyone at some point of their lives.She is the strongest person you've met, Emotions burst when she is present, Your only friend around any threat, Repelling the intense feeling of resent.
Having her around inflicts hate upon you, Yet her absence would end your life, The help that was needed away you threw, Only twisting the sharp, cold knife.
You've been a fool- I can clearly see, She isn't a person, but a spreading sickness, Her name is depression, her shape is a key, Unlocking the gate to sorrow and weakness.
A w***e I shall call her! You're not the first, Many have been slain by her blade, So clear your mind and find the thirst For starting a rebellion, a soul raid.
Patience is the virtue you need to embrace, Since dealing with her is not an easy task, But at the end you will get a new face, And proudly discard that horrible mask. © 2012 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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