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Depression


Depression..
Do you know what it feels like?
Here, let me explain.
You're submerged in a deep crepuscular ocean.

Deserted, forsaken, abandoned. This is the place I call my home. I am not sad. I am not sad.
My potential for happiness

Is just as empty as this black room.

I'm still tedious beyond belief. Irritable and paranoid

and heartless and lifeless
and unstable and no reassurance is ever enough.

I'm still fighting to keep from sinking.
I kick and kick, but my legs are tired and my feet are scarcely kicking. I try to reach for the sky, but.. That’s dark too.
"Pop" Pop", the bubbles explode in my ear.
I somehow know, that I'm only drowning more.

I am suffocating without her.
I am drowning without her love, affection, attention. She might of found someone else.
Someone else someone else
Someone else someone else someone else..
I am not sad.
I am simply drowning out of her life.. 

 

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