Bring me to my knees
Depression and shit memories.
You can always bring to my knees.
You find my weakness.
And you bring me down.
Oh how I long to break free.
But its like Im stuck in a tree.
I just want to flee.
Depression you bring me to my knees.
Your grip is like a vice.
You hate me.
And I am paying the price.
Your a parasite like lice.
Like a blood sucking leach.
You drain my happiness.
Replace it with sadness and hoplessness.
You give me griefe.
Depression you bring me to my knees.
You are my enemy.
I hate you.
You hate me.
And bring me to my knees
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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