Sad Girl

I see what no one else sees
a girl with a disease
that seems to be cured with much ease.
It is never cured but only asured
that it will only take time.
for a time it does decline,
then it only returns.
I have an incurable disease.
It only hides.
depression is what I have
and is what I hold inside.
It is incureable,
and only takes time.

Copyright �2005 Brittany Amanda Baxter

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