Jan 2016
Depression
Doctors perscribe
My memories die
Just like the night
My mind grows farther from the right
One friend I hold dear
He is the my drug when I can't get rid of the fear.
Doctors perscribe
My memories die
Just like the night
My mind grows farther from the right
One friend I hold dear
He is the my drug when I can't get rid of the fear.
A poem dedicated to someone very dear.
