Sunday, 23 June 2013

Depression

It’s a vast pit

That you sink into

Everything becomes cloudy

Foggy and dark

You can see no way out

You can hear no sound

For all that is worthy

Is the blood on your skin

As you hold the sharp knife

Trace your veins

Sketch out your hurt

And fall to the ground

The end is close

It’s almost over

You will soon be at rest

In peace.

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