She doesn't know when she lost herself,
When she turned into someone else.
When days got short and nights got long,
Where everything went so wrong.
Why her mind was turning blue,
when the darkness inside her over grew,
It might be easier if she only knew.
Why she stopped hanging with friends,
why every turn became a dead end.
Why everyone turned there backs,
when she only needed help getting back on track.
Knowing she would never get well,
She condemned her soul to hell,
without as much as a fair well.
(The sad confusion and escalation behind depression.)
-MAH
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