Side Effects Not IncludedA Poem by Lauradealing with depression without medication, its actually the easier way.
I'm impressed by your lack of silence
Because you never seem to have a lot to say So carefully, so suddenly. You always get yourself inside my head. Seeds of pain, they roll off my stomach and they stain. The depression, shake it off. You don't, you'd rather cough. Words are wounds. Thats why its not I'd like to place your legs somewhere they're brought But you're too tortured to dance. Sometime this week, there's never a chance. © 2008 Laura |
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Added on April 10, 2008 Author
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