You dig deep in anger Even deeper in grief A place to rest your head in Think - a soft bed, A place where sleep is had Early in the morning After you faint From night's exhaustion, A blame imposed on oneself Too much thought Too big of a cross to carry A tree, too short to be hanging from A pool too shallow to drown in A blade too dull to cut deep Yet you think Of ways to end, escape First in hope, None to be had You stay From the lack of possibilities Bound to remain Then you get up, A sudden urge, To give life its final glimpse You follow footsteps, Familiar Venturing out for long Out and about They carry your mind To places new Where a soft smile to be had Can be found Inside that grave you dug
You dig deep in anger
Even deeper in grief
A place to rest your head in

Think - a soft bed,
A place where sleep is had
Early in the morning

After you faint 
From night's exhaustion, 
A blame imposed on oneself

Too much thought
Too big of a cross to ... depression stories
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You dig deep in anger Even deeper in grief A place to rest your head in Think - a soft bed, A place where sleep is had Early in the morning After you faint From night's exhaustion, A blame imposed on oneself Too much thought Too big of a cross to carry A tree, too short to be hanging from A pool too shallow to drown in A blade too dull to cut deep Yet you think Of ways to end, escape First in hope, None to be had You stay From the lack of possibilities Bound to remain Then you get up, A sudden urge, To give life its final glimpse You follow footsteps, Familiar Venturing out for long Out and about They carry your mind To places new Where a soft smile to be had Can be found Inside that grave you dug

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