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A Twisted Definition of Depression
When do you start feeling better? A day, two, less or more? You turn from wet to dry, flying feather You say it’s depression because you’re sore What do you feel as you claim it? Because I feel like the deepest, darkest hole I’m not down deep, having a fit My body becomes the maw, dark as coal What do you feel as it’s happening? I feel numb and torn and full of dread Just to get up as it keeps shredding To the point when I wonder what it’s like to be dead Can you be cheered up? Nothing fulfills me I need something to fill my cup As I keep drowning Do you feel things at all? Because I couldn’t care less As pieces of me fall Creating a tear-filled mess You romanticize my tormentor My mind, I can’t enter No one sent her She, he, it was here all along Sitting at the center In my head, no one asked for its presence But it raised its hand for attendance To make life go into evanescence If you have it so bad, give tips and tricks And then I shall have acquiescence If you have a spare soul, lend her I’ll need it for the next recrudescence If you know my blank pain, please succour For if you truly don’t, you have a twisted definition of depression
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