depressed
pain so strong that i rest on a backrest
my heart beats with why am depressed
sadness feels like heavy distress
my eyes over the armrest
my head doesn't feel well with a headrest
my soul shivers in detest
hours seep but the jest
feels flat as a rest
my spirit dies with pain that it can't express
just maybe its mostly the horrible stress
i should get up and head southwest
to get away from the unblessed
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