Depression
The need to exist is fading
Just like my memories of the good times
My thoughts fester
Dwell in the dark place
where the black dog howls
and it's all that I can hear
Drugs bring the light a bit nearer
but they will not silence the hound
But my front door as bars
and no keyhole I can see
I have friends that would listen
but no words that I can say
my silence maybe everlasting
and that's all that I will say.
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