Depression
tightrope
I wonder if the phone will ever ring
Maybe I am on my own?
I never realized that people had better things to do
And maybe I can see more clearly, now that I am in the fog
And maybe I don't need to talk
Maybe the voices will do the talking for me
But my spirit is sometimes so quiet that I forget that it is there
and I am determined to keep myself on this tightrope that is so bent on throwing me off
The demon of depression
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