--Juz A Little bit more and I will be there... So Please! Dont pull me back! Thank You!--

One thing can’t be denied about depression,

It wounds to our souls, yielding no concession.

Though our tears freely flow, pouring like rain,

It has no compassion, but increases our pain.
When our souls are overcome with grief,

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We withdraw to our rooms, but there is no relief.

Though we’re knocked down, tread upon, beaten, and floored,

Depression injects pain that cannot be ignored.
When we’re abandoned, betrayed, and dumped by the wayside,

Depression consumes us, as if by a landslide.

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It comes not as a tale, nor as a myth,

It’s a force that demands to be reckoned with.
When the pain from our loss refuses to be brief,

We must enter into the process of grief.

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A necessary process, through which we must travel,

We may pray that we die as our minds unravel.
How could others inflict pain, so impaling and heated,

When we treated them as we wanted to be treated?

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Though we struggle along, drawing strength reserved,

The pain hurts even more when it’s undeserved.
Then when life becomes too torturous to bear,

Insight comes from a Power, who really does care.

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He comforts me and puts my mind at ease,

When I remember I’ve survived things worse than these.
And if not, I’ll consider the plight of another,

One who’s lost a child, father, or mother.

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Or a child in a wheelchair, watching others at play,

“What’s fair about this”, to himself he must say.
When depression devours, I’ll stand back and see,

That so many others are worse off than me.

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But they still carry on, to grow and thrive,

It’s then that I know, I will also survive.

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~~By Glenn S.~~

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