Bring Me To My Knees Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

Depression and shit memories.
You can always bring to my knees.
You find my weakness.
And you bring me down.
Oh how I long to break free.
But its like Im stuck in a tree.
I just want to flee.

Depression you bring me to my knees.
Your grip is like a vice.
You hate me.
And I am paying the price.
Your a parasite like lice.

Like a blood sucking leach.
You drain my happiness.
Replace it with sadness and hoplessness.
You give me griefe.

Depression you bring me to my knees.
You are my enemy.
I hate you.
You hate me.
And bring me to my knees