I wake in agony every day.
I take pills to make me smile,
Because I saw humanities true face,
And it’s ever so vile.
I pop in pills that were
Made in a lab.
They give me a manufactured joy
Or I would be overwhelmingly sad.
Doctors, mentors, teachers and councillors,
All have tried to help, all have done their part.
But I am still depressed, lying in bed
With bad memories, and arm full of scars.
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Really great heartfelt write! You are in good company at MPS. There are a lot of sufferers of depression. I am included in that lot. Great job!
Thank you so much.
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