Depression
holds you with an iron grip;
one so unrelenting,
and so cold to the touch,
that it dulls even the warmest of feelings.
Depression
steals all joy from the moments,
you wish you could re-live,
because you never came
to fully appreciate the life you live.
Depression
tries to stop you,
from getting away,
from loving,
from smiling,
from living.
But Depression,
is not terminal,
is not unmanageable,
is not forever.
Depression
is something you can beat,
and your scars will forever be trophies;
a reminder of what you've survived.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
Depression
holds you with an iron grip;
one so unrelenting,
and so cold to the touch,
that it dulls even the warmest of feelings.
Depression
steals all joy from the moments,
you wish you could re-live,
because you never came
to fully appreciate the life you live.
Depression
tries to stop you,
from getting away,
from loving,
from smiling,
from living.
But Depression,
is not terminal,
is not unmanageable,
is not forever.
Depression
is something you can beat,
and your scars will forever be trophies;
a reminder of what you've survived.
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