I think I shall never rest,
For I am always stressed;
Stress that leaves me wide awake,
Tossing and turning like a snake;
Stress that leaves me to drown,
So I can never wear the crown;
Stress that loves to sadden others,
Stress that is much like my mother's;
Stress which does have a name,
And he believes love is a game.
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Human
Non-FictionI've gone through some crap. We all have, so maybe you can relate. This is poetry about the life of another depressed human.
