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  • Amy Frank

Depression


They say it is me.

They say it will always be in me.

They say it is like eye colour --

Straight from my genes.

Ever to be there.

I can cover it.

I can hide it.

But it will always be.

Always.

Depression.

They say that it’s chronic.

They say there are sicker people out there.

They say I take up space.

They say I’m out.

Because it will always be there.

They don’t teach me how to deal.

They don’t give me a chance.

Because they can’t help me.

They can’t help who I was born to be.

So I’m out.

I’m back to the real world.

I’m back to drugs

and alcohol.

Because that’s how I deal.

It’s the only way I know.

Back in the cold harsh world,

with depression.

#Sorrow #DrugsAlcohol #Mentalillness

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