tell me bout your issues
tell me your sad
let me get the tissues
tell me bout the life you had
tell me bout your problems
think it'll set you free
i will never solve em
cuz that job just ain't for me
you can cry and cry
but nothing will ever change
sit around in side your pain
and it will stay the same
say you got depression
i say you got a choice
just a little change
can go and make a lot of noise
say that im am wrong
say that i just lied
depressions not a choice
but then again you never tried
wake up in the morning
then just go outside
dont change the way you live
and that will be the way you die
think that i am wrong
full of ignorance
im just saying shit
that you won't get told by your friends
theres only one issue
its inside yourself
you can think that its not a choice
or you can choose to go get well
i will admit that some cannot
produce chemicals in the brain
but 99% they can
they just enjoy the constant pain
you can say im wrong
you can say that i just i lied
say its not a choice
but then again you never tried
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: only a very rare person cannot produce serotonin or dopamine due to an brain injury or just a brain deformation. most people like to be depressed because its an excuse they can use to make people feel bad for them. or they don't want to get better. or they don't know how. just a little change can change a lot. wake up in the morning and go outside. do something different and you will see that i am telling the truth. worked for me
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Comments2
I would say that this is aimed directly at me but take issue with "never tried" Maybe tried and derailed.
well if your tried then you know its a choice im more aiming at people who say that they cant help themselves when really they just don't want to help themselves or care to learn how. eventually everyone gets tired of being sad all the time
Good write.
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