Lost Part 3

At this time he lacks key attributes and skills, 
this contributes to getting lost through valleys and hills,
sweating in the heat, in the cold he feels the chills
but determined to break free the only way he feels.

Life can be nasty and life can be cruel,
drive's nothing if you haven't enough fuel,
leave it too late and you've no chance at all,
you'll weaken over time and can't win the duel.

He can feel the pain as every bone inside creaks,
mentally blind wrong turns and starts to climb a wall,
but half way up his muscles ache, just too weak,
can't pull himself up nor hold on.. to his death he does fall.

He'd have been strong enough had he been more clinical
and acted sooner, not sat around hoping for a miracle.
So hiding from depression should be kept to a minimal,
be active and fight so you can use your full potential.

You're not the first to live this depression tale,
I lived it too, I didn't do well, you feel but are not a fail
and it only gets harder to come out of that shell,
you can survive, know, others have escaped this hell.


To paraphrase Winston Churchill
"Never give in to the overwhelming might of what burdens,
you can survive depression but you will never return from suicide".

"Go out today and do something random that you'd never normally do..... anything".
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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