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Jan 2015
Why is sadness such an intoxicating feeling?
Why is sadness like a drug,
And why do I repeatedly medicate myself with this feeling?

Why would I continue feeling like this?
It is an always thing,
Or is it a sometimes thing?

Sometimes I am sad,
Sometimes I am depressed,
This is not normal.

I am not a normal person,
I am unhappy,
I am depressed.

I have issues but,
I live with them.

If I wasn’t living with them,
I would be dead,
I wouldn’t exist.

I would have left,
Left this earth,
Never to return.

Suicide,
Would have been what I turned to.
I would have seen it as my only choice.

If I live with them,
For long enough,
I’ve learned they go away in time.

In time,
Everything goes away.

Sadness,
Depression,
Anything unhappy,
Goes away in time.

Everything gets better in time.
Whether or not you want to accept it.

Don’t watch the clock,
It makes time slow down.
If you watch this mental clock,
Nothing will ever become easier.
It all gets harder.

If you just wait,
It may seem hard now,
But if you wait,
It will get better.

I promise that to you.
Lexi Dvorak
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Lexi Dvorak  Beyond Imagination
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