Dancing With Death
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mylifeinabmbshl•Poetry •Random Tboughts
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A short poem about one of the many thoughts that goes through a severely depressed persons mind.

Dancing With Death

I look death in the face from the moment I wake up to the minute I fall asleep, If that isn’t bad enough it follows me in my dreams.

I have these pills that I take at the same time every day, Those pills decide if today will be my last.

So when you ask me if I’m okay and I tell you “I’m fine” while wearing the plastic smile which has become the mask I hide behind.

Know that I’m drowning and that I am my greatest enemy in this battle against the taboo word “depression”. -Alexis Schill

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