A Short Poem About Depression

Short breaths.
Quiet sighs.
Brimmed with deaths.
Bottomed with lies.

Always dulled.
Bloody; fleshy.
Not half full.
But yet half empty.

Can't breathe.
Gasping for air.
Filled with depression.





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