One Question

May 23, 2013

"It's all inside your head," they said. What I want to do is lie in my bed. I feel as if the world is spinning Everyone, but me, seems to be winning. As I lie here I'm nothing but alone And I always consider myself on my own. The doctor said the medicine might work But the side effects make my body hurt. Therapy seems to be my only hope But my mind is not able to cope. It was no easy task to face my fears My days were empty, my nights filled with tears. Now, I'll ask a specific question At 17, how do you deal with depression?

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Em'sMay 23, 2013

First time I ever really wrote anything. Such a hard topic to discuss but it needs to be talked about.

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