With every beat of my heart
I grow increasingly tired
I cannot keep my food down
nor do I care to
Tell me,
what is this I'm feeling?
When my arms
convert to weights
and my legs
to anchors
When the sun shines
but I can no longer feel it
on my skin
When tired has an
entirely new definition
If tired is for needing to sleep,
then what do you call it
when being tired becomes so much more than that?
How do you keep going
when you spend all of your time
waiting for the sun
and it never comes?
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Author:
LittleBug (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2017 16:08
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Comments2
Fine poem describing your depression, SYD. It can be treated, but it's common at your age.
Awww, this makes me sad. But I have been in the same position many times before 🙁
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