I have battled several mental disorders for most of my life. As can be expected they all but ruined my family life. Hell, they damn near killed me multiple times.
My inspiration really wasn't. My depressions wrote 90% of my poetry. Dark stuff.
In a land of black darkness am I lost
I want out of this land no matter the cost
I'm tired of tears burning down my face
Of the thoughts setting my heart to race
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Dearest friend your life's a mess
Right now you're under stress
Times past I'd be there for you
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The darkness within me
It never goes away
It fills my life
Each night and day
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I am humbled here that is a fact
Such wonders here contained
To b granted the privilege
Of reading and experiencing
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The world is made up of fools
Who just don't have the tools
To make it... like me.
Can't you see?
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