Poem: Hijacked by Depression

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By Sara Blaylock

Just like my very own anesthetic,
It makes sure I don’t feel a thing.

Hijacked (1) - "Depression has hijacked my body and spends the nights joy riding my life." A short poem, written by Sara Blaylock.
It makes sure I sleep… A lot,
but unfortunately depression cannot be surgically removed.
So it’s still there
Waiting to bring me to my knees.
Everything is still white noise and deep breaths.