depression
my soul is decaying,
decaying with melancholy.
its become fruitless to hope to ever get rid of the knife,
the knife thats stabbing me in the heart,
on repeat.
i have become consumed by the hollows that made the deepening sea of life less dreams.
dreams that have drowned and shattered
scaring me,
scaring me with a fatal wound.
killing me.
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now i should tell you guys i do use some lyrics from songs in my poems like im not claiming those words as mine im just using them to make the poem pop
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