These are my words, this is my song , this is my letter.
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violandviolinA writer of sorts
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Poem about the never ending illness called depression.

These are my words, this is my song , this is my letter.

by violandviolin

These are my words, this is my song , this is my letter.

This who I am. I am a human being that struggles to fathom my thoughts into words.

The words that would be life saving.

The words that could lift this heavy heart.

The hunger fills my bones instead of my stomach.

I blame myself for the darkness as I ONLY have myself to blame.

This wont matter when im 35... if i live that long.

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
9 months agoReply
My sweet child (even if you do turn 35), The depression is not your fault. But it is your burden. No matter how much I want you to give me some of your sorrows, it can't be done. You wrote a wonderful poem presenting your tender and sensitive thought for all of us to see. I am proud to know you. You display great courage, Great work!!!!