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A poem about dealing with depression |
| Blinded by splintered shards Of a past so long before It had overcome me like a deadly weapon As I was grasping for the shore Threatening to pull me under A darkened sea of dispair Numbing every joy within me As if it wasn't there Something like a beckoning call Rang inside my head Saying that if I gave up then It would follow me long after I'm dead Survival kicked in and instinct took over I clawed my way out of the void Opened my eyes and breathed for my life I refused to be destroyed |