Poem -
When depression takes control.
My bed is my best friend.
My bones aren't broken
But my body is shattered
I close my eyes with ease every night
Struggling to lift my head from my pillow every sun rise
I wake to wonder why I'm still here when I begged my dreams to take me with them.....
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Can realate to this feeling
I try and write as raw as possible
Can totally relate to this hun x
Depression makes us tired being tired makes us depressed.. I can relate... ??