The lowest point

by A.J.P.   Sep 30, 2017


It creeps upon you when you least expect.

It's a fight that you learn to accept.

These vicious cycles are wearing you down.

But it stands and laughs at you.

As if you're a clown.

When did this start?

When will it end?

How many people think you're crazy?

Even your loved ones see that you're hazy.

So fill yourself with all the poisons you want.

Depression doesn't care.

Itll come back blunt.

Soaking in the tub.

With volts in your hand.

When did you become this man?

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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    This is a raw, personal write. Thank you for sharing this. Well done-

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