Depression
It covers over me blooming against my chest like 10,000 tons of pressure and though I speak of things often it often now seems less those clouds of white lights across the sky would love to turn into dreary stormy skies dark clouds up above so I can escape it yet I've often tried every time I try a piece of me dies some call it depression some call it despair I call it two words of the same caliber both leaving me sad week and unable to turn deathly daggered words in my heart to hear that burns what can I do to make this right what can I do to turn the tide I just want to be happy I just want what's right I just want to have what's mine I just want tonight to stop in the future that happened forever ago but I cannot stop those things happening which I yet do not know I tried to scream yet my lips say nothing slowly the depression crept deep in its dwelling slowly my heart will stop pumping it is the silent killer creeping closer all the while yet all I can do is stare back in its eyes and smile there is no hope for me no open ears to listen my murmur falls on deaf ears as lightly as on the leaves of which the morning dew drops glisten so beware of the loom and gloom following amongst us in societies conversations for all depression is waiting for is some happiness hesitation
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An Airman's Convictions
Poetryhttp://askdavid.com/reviews/book/air-force/1980 When you think military, you think freedom and protection. Unfortunately there is another side that is really known about. I am here to give you access to the dark side of the Air Force. I'm 100% disa...
