Unfortunate Hell
Depression has taken over my life,
and I'm so tired I can't even put up a
fight.
So here I sit in the darkness of my
mind,
alone, lost, somewhere in time.
I can smell the stench seeping
through your pores,
It seems like a trip I've been on before.
I have nothing left to be happy about,
even if I did the happiness wouldn't
come out.
I'm so sad I just wish I could smile,
then maybe I can pretend for a while.
I can't explain this sadness that's
become a part of me,
even when I close my eyes that's all I
see.
I have the material things but where
are my friends?
It's like a nightmare that won't end.
I have nothing left inside my heart,
and even though I try I still fall apart.
I feel like I'm all alone in a big empty
cell,
waiting patiently to escape this
unfortunate hell.
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