Fighting Depression
Always darkest before the dawn,
Isn’t that how it goes?
Life is blackness shrouding me,
More than anyone knows.
Torment carried in my soul,
Struggling not to give in.
Maybe I should tell someone,
But who - and where to begin?
How can I be that person?
The one who couldn’t cope.
Medication is a fix, not a cure,
But at least it gives me hope.
Genetically dealt a nasty blow.
Both parents brought the gene.
Blaming them wouldn’t help
And it would be so mean.
There must be more to life than this.
Somehow I’ll find my way.
I’ve come this far – I must go on.
Move forward every day!
- Annabel Sheila
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