Depression
I am hollow,
full of nothing,
cold and static,
aching in silence
No new addiction
can cover up
this creeping thing,
voiceless and cunning
It slithers in
and somehow eats
feelings of home,
until I am homeless
It climbs inside
mute and deadly,
pressing down
with paralyzing poison
Until I am hollow,
full of nothing,
cold and static,
aching in silence
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