Can you keep going when hope is fading?
Can you hold on to your principles when you are trampled by your friends?
How do you believe in the future?
Depression has really sunk it's suppurating claws into my exposed skin. The poisonous trickle of infection spreads like volcanic lava, burning its' way into my mind. I don't mean to be so low but I am heavy with this burden.
I wake up in the dark and when the light comes I lie there still. Unmoving on the outside but sick and confused my poisoned mind races back and forth.
What kind of man starts a journey but wavers with hardship?
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