Billy Thekidster Poet Rhyme

I Use To Be

I use to be strong.
I used to belong.
I used to be not so far hopelessly gone.
There really is no point with any of this, is there?
Life no sooner emerges, then it soon disappears.
Most just ignorantly say that's the natural cycle of things,
but what about when Love enters the equation?
That changes everything.
I use to suffer fewer losses.
I use to carry less heavier crosses.
I use to find life worth living.
Now I'm just not sure anymore about anything.
Depression

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Royal Trevino April 16, 2010 at 3:28 PM In some ways we have out ups and downs.. things get worse befor they get any better, l hope you get past it... depression is a horrible thing... wish ya the best:)