Torment of the Silent: Depression

May 6, 2014

A midnight sky,

a broken light,

Why does darkness

seem so bright?

An empty room,

an orchestra crowd,

When did silence

get so loud?

The light, once warm,

now only burns.

The joyful cheers

now make me turn

away from everyone I love.

I convince myself that nothing,

having nothing,

is enough.

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