• wittywordsmith 12w

    Dépression.

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    Demise: My escape

    Before me there's a hill,
    with me there's no hope,
    after me nothing remains, deep
    deep down my soul,
    an emptiness prevails,
    catastrophe in head, no fear
    I show on my face,
    life's tragic, more than i can bear.
    Irony screams in my ears,
    no matter how happy and thrilled,
    to you I may appear,
    but from within I'm weakly willed.
    ©wittywordsmith