To Stop Trying Is Dying
These pills don't work,
I still hurt,
I still cry.
But I will still try.
I will keep trying to make this life a better one.
No matter how far I have to run,
No matter how long I have to stay,
I will continue to try to make tomorrow a better day.
I still struggle to keep these painful thoughts at bay.
Everyday I will fight this depression,
Even after all the therapy sessions.
Some people ask," What's the point in going through life with all that pain?"
To them I say," I have to hope that the sun will still come out even after all the rain."
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