Depressed, Angry, tired
Was becoming me
Rest was all I asked for
Wasn't meant to be
Is there any answer
To life's many trials
I've given all I had
I've fought for many miles
Can't go on much further
Sit and try to rest
But worries crowd my head
Causing thoughts I do detest
Medicinal approaches
Talking of my woes
Nothing seems to matter
That's how the story goes
Depressed, angry, tired
Was becoming me
Rest was all I asked for
Wasn't meant to be...
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