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"Depression Hill"   10 - 19 - 02



why don't i listen

to the voice within

i can give advice

but not heed then

i know the answers

but do not act

why do i subject myself

to this awful attack



why do i desire

the pain life gives

ask for seconds

and still dig in

like a pig i bite

more than i can chew

yet still i talk

and try to help you



why do i love

the thoughts i hate

dwell on the depression

and still live to relate

to your problems

your cares and woes

yet still i drown

down, down i go



why do i stare

into the mirror

and not blink

at the horror

the bags of eyes

the wrinkled face

knowing its secrets

and its disgrace



why do i cry

for my hurt

but still live on

tears on my shirt

listen to the troubles

relate to the life

listen to the sorrow

so similar to my strife



why do i try

in this dark

to find the answers

to my heart

i hear it beat

i smell its bleed

yet my own advice

i do not heed



you have just read

my questions and woes

the curiousities that

toss me to-and-fro

lacking of sleep

loss of hope

careening downward

on the steep slope

it's Depression Hill

the ride of my life

soon ending at

the road named Strife...