Poem -

Demon Called Depression

Demon Called Depression

Look deep inside of me can you see the pain that i see
Demons living inside of me following as i walk these streets
Spent years looking deep devoted to finding myself  
Battling this demon called depression with no magical spells
No magical cure it's draining every bit of my health
Stabbing me in the front, they don't know the meaning of stealth
Need to pick myself up before they drag me to hell
Dragging me down and all i can do is drop down and beg
So many evil people in this world why did they take me instead
I'm just a nobody unknown to the world all by myself
Watch my life get worse and my mental degrade
The punishment you get for trying to break out of this cage
Just trying to live my life, innocent, stress free and get paid
Even the most simple things can't take this feeling away

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linda wright

i too suffered from depression i use too fall into the deep dark holes od depression i no longer
do that i now put all my energy into positive thinking and my faith you have too want to overcome it
i might have a bad day now and again but for the most part i am depression free thank God.

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