Depression
Darkness is here, will I ever see light again.
It’s all about to end I’ve took more than I can bare. My heart is faintly beating I’m just an empty stare. My tears are barely flowing when they used to flood the room MY state of mind feels trapped in my forever doomed. THE smile that I once had now cannot be found The laughter and joy once heard now replaced with nono sound. I try to look on the bright side and good I try to find. but all I see is darkness in bad thoughts come to mind. The daily care and compassion that I used to show is replaced with negative anger and now A hatred flows. I know that this is not normal and definitely not me I got escapeThis depression or a future I don’t see.
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