I wake up, ready to die

But every night, I fall asleep wanting to stay alive.
On this depression, my soul does not thrive.
With this expression, I hope to revive.

I have beauty all around me
Every animal, person and tree
so why do I feel this degree?
I know it is not forever, only a small life fee.

I have had to make sacrifices 
To rid all of my bad vices
This illusion is not real
So I can not bend during this crisis.

One day I'll make you proud
Not here to see it, but your presence is loud
You keep me driven, you keep me humble
So I know one day, I'll wake up and this depression will crumble.

This poem is about: 
My family


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