Depression and Loneliness
There's nothing left. Her passion died.
She's left with nothing but pain inside.
Depression won. Who really cares?
Her heart and soul - all that she shares -
counts for nothing to so-called "friends".
Easier to face the loneliness:
eternal, unending, almost loyal,
so comforting - just like
a blade's caress.
Copyright © Paula Puddephatt | Year Posted 2015
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