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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

This poem is about: 
Me

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