Depression my old friend
The Demon that brings my end
The thing that plays mind games
The thing that tortures with emotional pains
I am miseries puppet show
All of the chaos through me will flow
Darkness will consume from below
Negative thoughts only make it grow
I have nothing left
I am broken
Without breath
No word was spoken
The ground shakes with the passing thunder
The ground splits and hell revealed
Down on knees, I appealed
Yet that's where I may slumber
©2020-2021 By Mary Robbins
Edited 2021
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