One of my depression poems: Struggles I have made others happy, and I have quite a bit, But when I think of myself, I still feel like shit. I am always in a daze. It’s not just a faze. I just wonder where I am, and where I sit. I have many things, to be thankful for, But life still seems, to be quite a bore. I don’t know what I need, To happier proceed, Perhaps someone else, could tell me the score.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 03:04:32 +0000