TRAPPED IN THIS MIND

I feel fragile and weak and I can hardly speak.

I’m lost, and down, painted on my face is a permanent frown.

You ask how I am,

And I reply “Fine.”

If only you knew the depression I’m in,

How rich I would be with every dime.

You can say “Feel better”,

But this illness isn’t quite so simple.

It sticks around to haunt you,

It erases every smile, every dimple.

I’m just trying to keep it together each moment that comes,

Hoping that one day, the sun will shine and I won’t feel numb.

-tmtf

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Author: tiredmindtypingfingers

Writing about writing and chronic illness, and trying to make something out of it.

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