Depression sucks
Darkness surrounds
It seeps within
It makes you think it’s the end
It makes you question everything
From being to end
No one can see your struggle for
The darkness is a master at disguise it leaves everything trapped deep inside even your words get captured by this dark creature leaving you with no hope of escape for the future
So you struggle through each day hoping that the creature will just go away but it never does because it found it’s perfect place to stay
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