Thursday, November 1, 2018

Depression

Depression
Eats at you
Eats at you
Eats at you
Until there is nothing left
By a vast void
An empty hole
Where your soul used to be

You constantly feel alone
That no one cares
Rather you live or die
You constantly have thoughts
Of tax your own life
Because
 Who would miss you
Who would even notice
That you are no longer there

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