I want to be free
Your answer is always therapy
Why can't you just be there for me
Instead of just giving me pity
You think that it's easy to get rid of
Depression isn't just some cold
Something that you can just wait off
It lasts until your old
Pills, cuts, death
That's all you think it is
It can also be stress
And it doesn't digress
Don't try to help
You'll just make life hell
Just like you always will
I tell you I don't need help
but you give it to me still
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The Wonders Of Words
PoetryThese are poems that I've wrote randomly. You might interpret them differently than I do and I'm okay with that. Its just the wonders of words.
