Depression

by dharkanein

Night is here and am ready to sleep

but my pillow is not ready to weep

Everyday it wipes away my tears

But every night I have my fears

I struggle each day to smile

Sometimes it seems forever, for a while

The agony doesn’t ends here

each new moment is a wear and tear 

Inside I fight a constant war

But again love is my only hope I am living for.

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