Depression
Lost...Broken... Wandering in a wilderness of despair, Standing in the shadows of shadows becoming invisible again..The glow of the infidelic sun no longer exists... Leaving only a world of melancholy gray and ghostly apparitions. The muted voices of well wishers carried away on solemn winnds to be scattered among fallen tombstones. The ground bones of counting crows offer no cure.
A cry... A cry for help is swallowed and tumbles into the pit of an empty stomach...The waiting room of hopes and dreams...
Take number 6... Million, 9 hundred and 99 thousand, 9 hundred and 99.. And the pendulum swings, yet time stands still...
Callously mocking my tortured being...In the distance, the mournful wails of passing trains beckon...
Promisng a flash of light! and eternal oblivion, If only I had the courage...
If only I had the courage! To live...
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