Love Poem: Depression
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Written by: Joanne Taylor

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.