Can't See Through The FogA Poem by TiredIn the midst of the fog I can’t see. People don’t like it when they look at me. They don’t want to be around a depressive vibe. All the doctor does is prescribe. Been on the brink of death, suicidal. You bullies think you’re some idol. I can’t see through the fog, and I am tired. Panic attacks every day last year, made me wired. Them days with dark low moods. Once I feel the low mood I know that I am screwed. © 2015 TiredAuthor's Note
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