Sorrow pain, and guilt, over what I feel I've become;
Heartache which causes restless sleep, and tears that freely run.
How did I get where I am today, How did I let myself fall?
To the point I feel there is no hope, and the Lord I no longer call.
How do I change the pattern, of late which has cursed my soul;
How do I pick myself up, and climb out of this hole?
For depresion has a grip on me, sqeezing out my very breath;
As I close my eyes to sleep, I silently wish for death.
Sorrow pain and guilt, feels like it, s crushing me;
Where do I turn, how do I change? so from depresion I may be free?
Am I in a mid-life crises, or is this just my brain?
Telling what I feel is real, and I am really insane.
Hi Dwayne. Depression can be beaten if you recognise thats what it is, and to write about it helps. A great rhyming piece covering a subject many shy away from. for why I do not know 10/10 Regards Dave T
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Yes Dwayne depression is an awful thing to go though. Like David said, you recognizing that's what the problem is, is the first step to recovery, medication can get you through the worst bouts. Don't let it ruin your future! Best regards! Friend Thad