Depression
is a message.
Your mind tells you
all that you can not do.
Making it through a single day
can be a pain.
You find yourself struggling to breathe
but no one can see
the thoughts in your mind
that tell you why
you are,
worthless
pathetic
stupid,
a waste of space,
a waste of time.
You begin to question why,
you are this way…
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Author:
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