Fallen
I hit rock bottom, slowly losing my
mind
Looking for hope, seems hard to
find.
Picking up the pieces, posting them
for the world.
Depression making me sick, started
endlessly to hurl.
Pushing for a better life, I'm
beginning to look down,
Saying to all my loved ones, this my
status now.
Please understand the pain, fighting
with my all,
I'm Shermaine smith, and I'm
writing my rise and fall.
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