| Depressed
We sit and think Caught up in our thoughts They go racing by We get confused The past effects the present We see no future The pressure of today Our mood darkens Our outlook becomes bleak All seems helpless We lose hope We start to buckle from the weight No one to help All alone It becomes to much to bare Too many decisions What is right What is wrong Nothing starts to matter We are given a label Depression |
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| D.A.Head Sr.@2004 |