"depression"
desperation and despair,
they rip my brain,
while tearing it asunder.
as i look at the world,
little stands in my way,
from believing it all a blunder.
its rash its cold,
this earthly mold,
it binds me here,
while i run with tears.
Copyright © Charles Smith | Year Posted 2010
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