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At the mercy of depressions power
I feel pretty okay
When I’m not lost in my own head
When I don’t think too much
And when I’m not controlled by my dread
But way too often
I get dragged into the wastelands of my mind
Where my thoughts are overwhelming
And there’s nothing about it that is pleasant or kind
Sometimes I can escape
Distancing myself from that awful place
When its doors aren’t fully shut
And I can still squeeze through the narrow space
But when I get stuck
Unable to find a crack through which I could leap
I get crushed by my doubts
And bound by the darkness that rises from the deep
So I may be fine
Right this moment, for a day or an hour
But nothing is truly certain
When I’m at the mercy of depressions power…
© BellaWritingHere
When I’m not lost in my own head
When I don’t think too much
And when I’m not controlled by my dread
But way too often
I get dragged into the wastelands of my mind
Where my thoughts are overwhelming
And there’s nothing about it that is pleasant or kind
Sometimes I can escape
Distancing myself from that awful place
When its doors aren’t fully shut
And I can still squeeze through the narrow space
But when I get stuck
Unable to find a crack through which I could leap
I get crushed by my doubts
And bound by the darkness that rises from the deep
So I may be fine
Right this moment, for a day or an hour
But nothing is truly certain
When I’m at the mercy of depressions power…
© BellaWritingHere
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