Depression
Night is here and am ready to sleep
but my pillow is not ready to weep
Everyday it wipes away my tears
But every night I have my fears
I struggle each day to smile
Sometimes it seems forever, for a while
The agony doesn’t ends here
each new moment is a wear and tear
Inside I fight a constant war
But again love is my only hope I am living for.
Copyright © Smita Singh | Year Posted 2017
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