Depression
My will to survive
Is now getting very thin
Everyday is a struggle
When I'm facing what's within
It's killing me slowly
Can't take much more
Everyday that passes
Is worse than before
Can't see any light
I sit in a dark room
Nothing lies ahead now
Just a whole lot of gloom
Living each day
In such distress
What do I do now?
Take your guess
02/10/06
Copyright ©2006 Emma Marie
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