Depression
That thing that torments my mind is a thing thats cruel and unkind.
It makes me want to die.
It makes me want to cry.
It takes my sleep away.
In the hospital I have to stay.
I dont want to comb my hair.
I dont want to go any where.
I dont want to get dressed.
Im under so much stress.
People have hurt me all my life.
Im not fit to be a wife.
Trapped in a body full of pain.
Never acheiveing never again.
A victum of circumstance.
Wanting love and true romance.
Does any one really care?
Is there love around any where?
Depression you wont succeed.
I will take precaution, what ever I need.
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