Alone ill stand
Alone ill fall
Pick myself up
Rub myself down
Gather my thoughts
Not knowing why
Predicament iam in
Not by choice
Brain is muddled
Memory gone
Body is weak
Mind is spent
I ask myself why
It happened to me
My life was good
Depression set in
No help out there
No friends around
Suffering in silence
Is this my lot
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