Monday, September 12, 2011

Poem - Sick

Found this poem on depression... Deep and dark, yet it can get better. It has for me.

Aching, breaking, excruciating flu-
Lethargic, anhedonia, no energy "to do". 
Don't care, but I care- hard to explain,
Just so freakin' sick of playing this game. 
Negative, pessimistic... Despair never ends...
Alone with no smile, no need to pretend.     

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