Tired Soul
Depression comes in many forms
We all have our story to tell
For some it's just the loneliness
That becomes their private hell
For others it's the worthlessness
They think that no one cares
Their lost in a world that no one sees
That's filled with silent stares
Sometimes it's the darkness
That fills them with despair
A bottomless pit of emptyness
That hurts too much to share
Why get up tomorrow
As they lay in their bed of gloom
Sometimes they feel invisible
In a filled but empty room
But for all of us who have been there
The one thing we all know
Depression can best be described
As a lost and tired soul
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