Life is a circle, all things connected,
It's a pattern, and there's one in particular that I've detected.
I fall down, depression takes me.
I rise, I'm brave and free.
I spiral back down, and I'm lost,
At rock bottom, I wonder what's the cost?
What's the point of struggling to stand again,
When no matter what I do I will never win?
Rise.
Relapse.
Repeat.
It's a circle.
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- Jane
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Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
