A Cry For HelpA Poem by Pumpkin GirlDepression isn't anything new to me It's been there for years on end My anxiety is like cyanide It's killing me in minutes I can't escape from it No matter how many pills I take Hooked on overdosing I know I shouldn't But it makes me feel serene It's a never-ending cycle I'll try to get help But I can't make any promises My demons dangle freedom in front of me I run for the escape But it's just another dark void I fall into I know I need help I'm just scared of the recovery I can't live without it This can't be fixed I take every chance I get Getting closer to death each passing day But that's okay This is just my reality I want to move forward But I force myself to take the pills again My problems keep growing I'm no longer able to contain everything together Everything shatters into little pieces Corrupted by my anguish
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