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I battle depression like the sun disappears every evening I'm no different from the norm I hang with friends, cut time with homework Sleep, eat, and act normally enough for none to question Except inside where the sun won't shine Depression tangles with me in spurts and spouts Some days it's like a murky mouse in my brain scratching silently for a way out like ticking of a clock, barely heard at all Other days I'm an unsuspecting deer munching contently on today's grass stalked by a tiger shaded in charcoal, fangs ready to pounce and sink his teeth into my life Sometimes depression is Goliath And I'm David with a wet noodle Yet the will to win lackluster His punches drive my breath away like steam leaving a train Look in the mirror and repeat Depression won't win Depression won't.... win Depression... won't... win... but sometimes I just want to go with the flow open up the floodgates within my soul let it sweep me up in the river to somewhere better where I don't have to worry about my social standing where a D on a test won't make me question if I am worth it where I can live without fear of strange doctors and pills where being me is good enough And I'm no theater actor asking for the spotlight depression takes that away because how can you know sunshine when all it does is rain?
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Battling Depression
I battle depression like the sun disappears every evening I'm no different from the norm I hang with friends, cut time with homework Sleep, eat, and act normally enough for none to question Except inside where the sun won't shine Depression tangles with me in spurts and spouts Some days it's like a murky mouse in my brain scratching silently for a way out like ticking of a clock, barely heard at all Other days I'm an unsuspecting deer munching contently on today's grass stalked by a tiger shaded in charcoal, fangs ready to pounce and sink his teeth into my life Sometimes depression is Goliath And I'm David with a wet noodle Yet the will to win lackluster His punches drive my breath away like steam leaving a train Look in the mirror and repeat Depression won't win Depression won't.... win Depression... won't... win... but sometimes I just want to go with the flow open up the floodgates within my soul let it sweep me up in the river to somewhere better where I don't have to worry about my social standing where a D on a test won't make me question if I am worth it where I can live without fear of strange doctors and pills where being me is good enough And I'm no theater actor asking for the spotlight depression takes that away because how can you know sunshine when all it does is rain?
nate-wendt
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
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