The Wish

By Sarah

Oh how I wish I had the gift of word,
To tell thee of my sickness that slices through me like a sword.

To be able to tell of the blackness thriving within,
the darkness lying under fair hair and skin.

To pick out some good words to tell to the bright sun,
to know how to tell thee of this thing called Depression.

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