by kateparson
Depression.
Does it discriminate?
I think not.
Shards of souls, collected
with whispers of memory.
Forgotten by those dear,
who would I be?
Knives leave scars,
but words do too.
Either me, or them.
Once and again, slowly fading.
Down a tunnel with no end I go,
further, further, forever.
When the time is here, gone
forever I will be.
A broken mirror, a
cut line.
The decision of destiny,
my life, my choice, my fate.
An empty heart, a
shell of a person.
With it gone,
who am I?
Red on my arms, legs
covered with liquid.
It drips down, leaving
pools around me.
Depression.
Does it discriminate?
Definitely not.
Don't let go,
wounds will heal.
Scars will fade,
and soon all with disappear.
Remember if you may, but
always, hold on.
Tight, never faltering,
never loosening.
Not only you,
others too.
Alone to one,
together to many.
Fight, don't tire.
Worth more than defeat,
hold tight and go.
Depression.
It doesn't discriminate.
But you can fight it.
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