Days we compare our strength
There's nothing left inside a desolate
Pain suffers the manic depressive
Exception to marijuana for medicine
Paralyze the heart and mind, prior method isn't working
Looking for something better, solitude is hurting
Emotions are burning
But to maneuver words in literature
Learn to cope and picture torture
Holding my broken self together
Alone a hopeless person as he rots in pressure
To walk in solitude
Escitalopram; a man can't understand
How a person looses his mind
Anxiety declined, you can see the pain through my eyes
Is there happiness between you and I?
I try to hide the depression, punctured I'm so crushed inside
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Author:
aparker122 (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2017 16:02
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about my life and experiences I've faced.
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Wow I connect with this so well as I still have a smoke to help.
But Mushrooms are what broke my spell as my prospective was forever chained, that and with life a divorce and children but depression never goes away. I wish you well on your healing journey
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