Depression-my personal medication
Close my eyes, focus on the sensation
Becoming numb to the slow sedation
No stopping it now, so I embrace the situation
Anxiety for the rush-adrenaline
Wondering if i’ll ever feel okay again
It’s always been there like a good friend
Breathing harder now-need the ventolin
My dignity, they devour
My emotions have the power
They’re making the calls
I watch my courage as it falls
The daily doses it increases
Feel my sanity as it siezes
Consumes my body like deadly diseases
Not my whole story this is just the thesis
I hate this disorder
Feeling like a mental hoarder
Who i am buried under the nonsense
Can no longer hear my conscience
Realizing this is who i am
Thinking i was more was a personal scam
So i’ll suppress it as a means to cope
But reality’s got me positioned in it’s scope
- Authors: Brittany Jo
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- Finished: July 24th, 2018 01:30
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Comments1
Well masterful work! Both yours and unsubs poems are strokes of genius! “through pain we learn, through life we live, taking each day as a precious gift, some days we smile some days we cry, this is the burden of this spiritual I “
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