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Depression

The old falls away
Flicked into the ash pile of another cigarette—
Cross legged huddled in the warmth of two blankets
Fingers clutching the edges
Longing to feel something other than hollow.

The kind of empty that only at the bottom of a crash
Has leveled and become my lonely nest
Where no one has dared to enter—

No fervent plucking and peeling away the crusted layers
Of mold and death surrounding my heart;
No hammering at the stone caved in
That's sealed me away from the sun.

I snap and snarl like a wounded animal
Cowering in my corner
With hatred spewing from my mouth
As my paranoia and anxiety drives them all away.
The years have replaced the cynical, careless child
And in her place stands a forlorn creature with dead eyes
As her dreams fade into the archive with the rest of the jaded.

The world keeps turning.
I turn away.
Written by KittyFromHell
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