I've had a lot of pretty rough days
But to tell the truth I just have to say
Each one gets better as I move along
And I begin to realize everyone else is wrong
I don't need drugs to help with everything
And I don't need to cut to numb the pain
And I'm not going to walk the line
I'll take my own path and take my time
My fire might go out someday, don't know when
But I know it won't be by my own hand
I'll just pull through all of my depression
And continue this dance with my demons
I've had a lot of pretty rough days
But to tell the truth I just have to say
Each one gets better as I move along
And I begin to realize everyone else is wrong
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A Cry For Help
ŞiirAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
