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Reaching For Answers
Why can't I be happy in life?
Is that truly too much to ask?
I've been forced into depression,
Where I can only sit and bask.
It feels like I have no other emotions
Left inside of me; I can feel.
I'm lost in a state of numbness,
Trying to learn how to deal.
What is the purpose of this,
A life that's well below par?
With each day that passes,
Life gives my heart another scar.
Why does happiness seem to be
Always just out of my reach?
Depression built a wall around me
That happiness is unable to breach.
I have to ask what I'm to do
With this wasted life I live.
I've done all that I can do
And given all I have to give.
I'm tired of reaching for answers;
They always seem to elude me.
Would I be better off in life
If I just ceased to ever be?
I'm too tired to keep fighting
This same old tiring fight.
If my life were to finally end,
It would be my only delight.
Copyright ©
Mathew Sturgeon
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