There's always help

It's not a choice to live or die. 
It's not a choice to live a lie. 
Pretend your happy for others pride. 
Depression is like the tide. 
It sweeps you up, carries you out, and leaves you there. 
To drift about. 
 
Never to return to whom you once were. 
 Affecting people just like a blur. 
 
Nothing will be the same nor should it be. 
Help is on the way
Plus it's toll free. 
Call if you have any thoughts or a need to chat. 
Your life is to precious to toss away like that. 
 
 
tel:800-273-TALK

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