My Oppressor, Depression.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: South College Publishing
I was in the woes of depression and tried to turn my angst into art.

Submitted: March 20, 2016

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Submitted: March 20, 2016





I don't know what to say,
But I don't want to face the day,
Because there is no bright side
When the whole sky is grey.

You see...

Sometimes I don't think
Before I take that drink
Or I won't blink before that toke,
Just let all my problems go in smoke.


Now my grip is slipping,
And my feet are tripping,
I want to be bold,
But in my mind I feel old.

I just want someone to hold
On, but all hope seems gone,
Everything I've done is wrong.

In life...

I just don't feel a drive,
I want to cry because while I don't want to die,
I also don't want to be alive.

I could end it...

Just a bullet through my brain,
Or a slice into my vein,
And my forlorn jouney would be over,
I would no longer be a helpless rover.

I'm not sure where I'd land,
But atleast I'd be a free man.
Long gone would be clouds of rain,
And forever gone would be my pain.

but for now, I'll continue on....


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