Acceptance is a double edged sword,

You told me to give up all hope,

Intentions I never considered before,

Heart heaves up and down like an unsteady ski slope.

Should I pray for salvation from the lord?

Should I go shoot some dope?

Depression overtakes me quick as a locust hoard,

And you tell me to get over it- there is no hope.

Slowly opening the door to the rusty Ford,

Life has become too hard to cope,

Drive miles until I reach the beckoning shore,

Wading into the current- I hope no more.


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