Help
Living with depression it's taking a tool
Every day is's draining my soul
Go to sleep tired waking up still
Pop open the bottle taking a pill
Alone in my head and no where to go
Keep fighting the pain or let the blood flow
Now a days anything causes the sadness
As a result there's hatred and madness
Venting to survive is the only way
To let someone know that i am not okay
Asking for help is accepting defeat
Id rather continue my struggle than accept to be beat
Living with depression it's taking it's tool
Every day it's draining my soul
Alone you're climbing up hill
Because no one ever listens and no one ever will.
Jaelen Johnston-1-11-16
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Just your average every day guy who is battling depression, anxiety and life in general. I write to get my negative thoughts out of my head and to be a voice for those who are not yet willing to talk about these diseases.
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