Rose of depression
Thorns of a rose
Cut into my hand
Deep under my skin
There it stays
Even when I let go
The blood and scars remain
It might heal
But the memory will return
It relates to depression
In a number of ways
Hurt and pain
The memory will never fade
It slowly kills us
As the petals begin to fall
Time passes slowly
Suffering more and more
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poem by Lisa French
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