depression

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it’s a deep heavy fog that curls around my legs,
around my heart,
deep into the soul
that i’m starting to doubt i have.

it’s a crushing vice that destroys my will to live,
rendering me cold
lifeless
spiritless.

it’s a crutch to lean on when life is too much,
i’m depressed, don’t expect too much of me.
don’t be disappointed when i cannot do what you need.
it’s hard to fail when you’ve hit rock bottom.

i should be glad that i can cry,
but the tears streaming down my face
feel like my own personal hell,
a river come to drown me in my own sorrow.





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