Depression Part 1

Happy days
Come in waves
But most days come with anxiety, sadness, fear
Drinking, overthinking and tears
A struggle to get out of bed
Everyday is a battle inside your head
A cheerful laugh, a pearly smile
Can only be forced for awhile
It’s a relief to take a shower
To cry in there for an hour
Undead outside, dying inside
Contemplating suicide
You don’t really want to die
You just want it to stop hurting
And death feels like the only option
Use caution
You might just wake up alive
đź–¤

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