I'm tired,
A lot of things are taking toll
In my life now,
A life that's empty,
So I write,
But not even that,
Seems to tempt me.
It's hard to fight depression,
Our lives are like a battle field,
Under constant aggression,
With no answers to be found,
To our questions or obsessions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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