It overtakes me.
I feel cold and alone.
Nobody understands how I feel.
I try to explain, but they don't understand.
I'm only half the man I used to be.
I've become a little cynical.
This dreadful sickness has consumed me.
It slowly consumes me.
Everyone believes I'm deceiving them.
Test after test.
It's a chore to live like this.
Multiple sclerosis has rendered me helpless.
I've been depressed for so long that I can't do the things I used to do.
It's just so miserable, and no one gets it.
Put yourself in my shoes for a day.
Maybe then you'll understand the difficulties I face every day.
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Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.
