I think the opposing team
is getting sick of winning.
My greatest strength was my words,
now my vocabulary is thinning.
Maybe by some twist of fate
I'll find myself on top.
But, if I continue at this rate,
I'll be stuck here till I rot.
A thought occurred quite recent,
That I'm not the only one here;
To my left and right
Were my brothers in despair.
Some just gave up on playing;
They want no part in this game.
Amongst those who were staying
Were those made silent by their shame.
My heart did cry for their sorrow,
But what have I to give?
My own losses weighed me down;
How could I convince them to live?
At last I saw the answer
That so many had failed to see;
If you kept on playing
How could anything but winning be?
The road may be hard and long,
And it may seem you always lose,
But if a game continues until one gives up,
The ending is for you to choose.
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Life is a string of unfortunate events and failures. But there's no way to lose if you keep getting back up and refusing to give in. We decide where we end up in life. The game will never end until we either win or lose. Just staying in the game means you'll always have the chance of winning. Staying alive means you get all the opportunities you would have missed. I myself struggle, so it makes it hard to see a way to help anyone else fighting the same battle as me. I don't know how to get through it, so how am I supposed to guide others out? I don't want people to feel this way though - it's awful.
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Depression?
PoetryThis is a collection of my sad poetry I've accumulated over the years. I hope that those who read this can relate in some way. My sincerest hope is that it helps people feel less alone. I do not wish to make anyone feel worse than they already are...
