Kids Turned out Fine
I used to think I’ve felt the depth of depression,
But I never actually have
Until now.
Its an overwhelming sadness,
Almost painful.
Actually,
It is entirely painful.
So lonely,
Consuming
And all destroying.
Destroyer of happiness
Of self.
It destroys the person you love and intend to be
And instead makes you
No.
Forces you
To feel intense misery.
So deep you can’t understand it,
Only feel it.
Its almost as if its an indescribable feeling
That I can only try to analyze for you
But will simply fail too.
Its an all consuming sorrow.
That just wont go away.
That you allow yourself to feel.
You immerse yourself into this feeling
To the point of no return.
Depression.
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