Depression 4 Poem by Josh Alfred
Depression 4
Heart doesn't ache, it whimpers
Eyes only see tears
Nothing lively ever glimmers
I haven't known hope in years
Mind doesn't wonder, its vacant
Legs bend more to curl then walk
I lie here beneath this blanket
No one can get me to talk
I don't a word to speak
Life is too serious
My legs are too weak.
Your words make me delirious
Everything is done in vain
That's why all efforts cause me pain
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