Depression

by Erica Brown©   Dec 12, 2004


Tears flow faster,
Depression is what I master.
Fears all go away,
Never do I have a good day.

Wishing I could be free,
From the devil's grasp.
Which I know that will never be,
For soon death will be what I clasp.

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