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Anxiety and Depression

The chains, and pain,

That stains my brains,

Within your acid

When it rains,

I charterd this as if a train,

Until your laughter take it's claim,

Within this box is were I dwell,

At war with self, (my) own private hell,

Then slit my wrist to not exist,

Then this life I cannot miss,

This gift of life that's been a pain,

Corrupts my thoughts from deep within,

To seduce my eyes that stay so blind,

I wander though these fields of mind,

To escape my present, past and all mistakes

For fate I hate but still I wait,

Until my soul my master takes,

In words I fake my death sublime,

Just to waste and past some time,

But life I love, so it I live,

And stay thankful for the breath it gives,

In peace I rest even though still stressed,

But now written, it's off my chest,

So on to new thoughts my mind would nest,

Because we all know, anxiety and depression,

Is a pest, (c)

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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Hi deepthought, that's a pretty good poem and the content is excellent. Great stuff!


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deepthought 5 years ago from In the middle of nowhere and worldwide but still that T.O.kid from da north of America Author

Thank you attemptedhumour,and thanks for being the first to comment on my hub

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