Literature
Depression can be avoided
Depression can hurt your life to the soul,
It darkens your heart to the blackest of coal.
It can be written in blood or even carved in stone,
Out of control makes you feel so alone.
Do I waste my time in rhythm and rhyme?
Don't ponder that one just read the next line.
Now for those of you who love and care,
Give time to those who's life isn't fair.
The mind is a blur, written again,
For those of you who don't ask when.
Depression can kill whether young or old,
To the pits of hell your life has been sold.
Splattered with blood, bullet or stone,
This is what happens when you can't feel at home.
With waste of life make short of tim
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