Bailey Schatte

Rookie (09-08-1997)

Depression - Poem by Bailey Schatte

Distant from the truth

Everything feels lost; following the

Path of serenity is not always the

Right thing to do.

Every ounce of hope has been demolished; the bitter

Sweet aftertaste of regret follows the accentual

Swallowing of desire, for

It is all just an on going

Optical illusion forced upon ones' life that

Never set out to succeed.

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  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/11/2013 8:44:00 AM)

    never set out to succeed. fine, true. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013



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