Things Can Change
Beatiful Scars
I cry myself to bed,
Every other night.
Wondering if I should just be dead,
Or keep up the fight.
I look into my own eyes,
And see nothing but bad.
The good has died,
But really I am sad.
Depression I fight,
Wishing it would just go away.
I try with my might,
But what can I say?
Don't just dwell try to change,
I promise you won't be the same.
By Jacob Fogel
11/24/15
Copyright © Jacob Fogel | Year Posted 2015
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