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I hate reading shitty depression poems.
I hold no pity to the bullshit they can't get a hold of.
Pityful and empty words.
Full of shit and just absurd.
I feel blank and alive.
Shutting down from anxiety,
Simultaneously thrived.
As if nothing is inside, (of me)
My thoughts are deprived.
So savory.
So angery.
Full of emotion.
Nothing at all.
Fire in eyes.
Routinely appalled.
Life in demotion.
Seething to crawl.
Liar of lies.
Jumping to fall.
We don't deserve this.
This feeling of worthless.
We didn't earn this.
We weren't birthed this.
I can't stand this,
So I'll drop to my knees.
I didn't plan this,
I have no release.
I can't grasp this,
This fucking disease.
I have to hand it,
It finds me with ease.
They say sick and tired of sick and tired,
A bullet vaccine.
Fuck that, I'm not a coward,
But i can't help my mind creeps.
Sometimes i wish that i would just always sleep.
But i can't see the Moon if i don't wake.
It's tough to think about how much i can take.
I'll give in, just go about my day.
[And here she is.
She knows.
Purposely occupying my mind to help.
She feels what i feel.
Lives through the same.
Absorbs, and releases my pain.
Thank you, baby.]
Written by DCLXVI_1989 (Garrett Asa Hughes)
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