Like Offering my Head

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Depression Poems

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Today is dreadful, and tomorrow as well,

the devil taking me, trying me to sell,

to sell a soul beaten and losing lost hope.

Nobody to hear you, or to help you cope.

 

Your true friends will always be.

Trudging through life and these wide seas.

Learning the hard way always,

never makes good, you thought.

 

To tell someone again and over yet,

seems no different, they seem set.

Set on dreams of being alive,

when dying is there to survive.

 

Having meteocrity serve as pleasure,

is satan's own way to sever,

God's plan to build and layer,

the building blocks of ever prayer.

 

Having someone wrecking tomorrow as well,

is the devil picking at me to sell,

and to give in to this pleasure,

like offering my head,

for him to sever.

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