Every drop seems to raise its level
Every sob seems to make it louderThe spray of its waters made a comforting touch
But the world around it seems too hot to be a part ofIf I drank from the river it would taste sweet
If I drank my tears it would taste of salt
But why is it that standing over it's edge
My mouth tastes nothing but bitternessThis raging river before me
Taking my tears to be stronger
Why don't you slow downWhy don't you sing instead of howl
And why can't I stop this desire to be one with you
(This is not a poem to make light of depression so seek help if you need it. But it should motivate you to speak against anything that seems too big to yell back to.)
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Poems and Reflections
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