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Tracie
She once felt special, beautiful and loved
But as life went on,
She felt secluded and shunned
She felt the world on her shoulders,
Marriage, children, time
No one had told her
These changes in her life
would weigh her down
Lose her ability to fight
Her husband had called,
To know if I'd help her
Years worth of friendship
I was always there for her
I got every school friend that was still in town
Together to try and get rid of her frown
She said merely a few words
On that morning I planned for her
To show her she's special
She's beautiful
And we'd always be there for her
Weeks went on
No thanks, no change
Guess depression can't show you other friends might be the same.
You sit in your home, with your family close by
And one day you may stop and actually realise
There are others out there
that sit home and cry
Ones who you think have a perfect free life
Work through the nights
driving trucks for good pay
To find out my colleagues only want to talk to me the wrong way
I pay a mortgage, bills, food on my own
My ability to smile is constantly thrown
I'm exhausted, feel used, mentally abused
With a rum in my hand is my only refuge
I don't need to talk
I don't need a hand
Just need some way to understand
How a good soul like me
Can take a stand
Free from depression
like we were once years ago
We are feeling the same
I just needed you to know.
Copyright ©
Nicole Robertson
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