Battling Depression
Breath! This is getting old.
How can I catch something I’ve never had?
I can feel myself grow cold,
Just pretend everything is okay, I’m not allowed to be sad.
How can I catch something I’ve never had?
I watch as it slips from my fingertips,
Just pretend everything is okay, I’m not allowed to be sad.
This sickness to me is like a strangling cancer that strips!
I watch as it slips from my fingertips,
Am I losing this battle? It seems to slip through my hand like sand.
This sickness to me is like a strangling cancer that strips!
At the end of the day, this despair will leave its brand.
Am I losing this battle? It seems to slip through my hand like sand.
These feelings choke me. Lonely I look to the field of marigold.
At the end of the day, this despair will leave its brand.
Breath! This is getting old.
Copyright © Tammra Walker | Year Posted 2023
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