Depression and The Living Fight

Broken, hurt, ignored, unwell,
What will it take for them to tell
Me that they see my struggle and my fight
To give and do, each day with might,
To live with suffering that's out of sight,
To everyone except for me: especially in the dead of night.

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I wish I could forget sometimes; but I realise I don't want to forget what it was like to love and be loved so intensely.