Some days I can't stop laughing,
Some days I need to find a reason to live.
Most days I have to stop myself from crying,
Every day I feel I have nothing to give.
Some days I want to dance on my feet,
Some days I just want to stay in bed.
Most days I feel Anxiety has me beat,
Every day I know I'm being held captive.
One day I want to be okay.
One day.
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fragileheart (
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Keep up this great writing and that one day will be at your door fragileheart. ; )
Having been treated for depression for almost 30 years now, I can easily relate to your poem. But but but.....I say my life was saved by modern meds. If you haven't tried them, perhaps you should. They took me back to how I used to feel before the depression hit.
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