Poetic-Verses
'' The Scourge Of Depression ''
As I sit here crying,
Inside I'm dying,
My faηade is now wearing thin,
To myself I know I'm lying,
This battle I do want to win.
If I go for a walk,
I refuse to talk,
He's a weirdo I hear them all saying,
I know my mind they'd love to unlock,
They believe it's a game I am playing.
He's a recluse,
No bloody use,
Ignore him and he'll just disappear,
To abuse me they will use any excuse,
They don't know I'm living in fear.
He'd be better off dead,
He's off his head,
Their remarks cut me like a knife,
It's amazing how they're so easily led,
They are truly the bane of my life.
When under attack,
I want to hit back,
All I ask is the chance to explain,
But it's easier just to accept the flak,
Though it's slowly driving me insane.
I'm not a fool,
So why are they cruel,
I've never done them any harm,
Ignorance I'm afraid is a powerful tool,
It can and does cause others alarm.
If given the chance,
My life to enhance,
I wish you would use some discretion,
You wouldn't know it at first glance,
But I'm suffering from,
' The Scourge Of Depression '
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`` The Scourge Of Depression ``
`` The Scourge Of Depression ``
