My eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore.
I don't think
I can take this anymore.
My outer core
Seems happy, while
My inner core
Feels so sore.
My head and heart
Are fighting a war.
It's so hard living
At death's door.
My eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore,
But now I know
I will fight once more.
Poem About Not Wanting Depression Anymore
No More
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016 with permission of the Author.
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