Problems by Jason Damman


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Time and time again, there's this feeling of depression,
Time and time again, I learn the same lesson.
Going through the same troublesome shit,
I feel I am alone, no one cares one bit.

Everyone says that it will all be good in the end,
If I died, condolensces would these people send?
When you go through again, all the same crap,
It feels like again, you fall in the same trap.

Why does it happen to me? It happens all the time,
Apparently, eventually, everything will be fine.
With problems, you see psychologists by the dozen,
They don't care because they never fix the problem.

What to do?
This life it seems so messed up...
It appears to me that I'm fresh out of luck.

Jason Damman
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