I've lost the will to live
I wake but all I feel
Is pain and disbelief
New days bestow new weights
Upon my shoulders frail
My fear degenerates
I look but I can't find
A feasible escape
Survival sense resigned
No reasonable agape
Won't look, won't find it
Fears regenerate
Shoulders fail
New lows await
Complaints relief
Undead, unreal
I've lost the will to live...
This is so sad to lose the will to live. Depression brings such state of mind. But we feel zeal to live happily ahead with brightness of life. An interesting poem is beautifully penned...10
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By writing a negative poem depression will never leave home. If you were to visit a refugee camp you would see real misery. Trounce negative thoughts with positive. Get help from the wide resources available these days.