Broken By Depression

April 6, 2016

My life is broken

this I admit,

my words spoken

their meaning seeming unfit.

My heart is broken

this I know,

tears are my token

for finally letting go.

My hope was shattered

this I do decree,

my will bruised and battered

the same as me.

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