Monday
I can't get out of bed
Tuesday
Dark thoughts are in my head
Wednesday
I can't fall asleep
Thursday
I'm falling in deep
Friday
I can't stop the tears
Saturday
My mind isn't clear
Sunday
I contemplate being dead
Monday
I start all over again
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
