Depressed Poems or whatever it might be

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This feeling so adhering and pure,
Yet so toxic and poisoning.

I'm an addict and I know,
But I don't care about what it does to me.

It feels so easy to move away,
Yet something is luring me in.
A dark void is calling,
Calling for me,
So I tumble down and lose.
I lose myself in emptiness.

A path leads out that's marked so clear,
And I stray further into nothing.

There is nothing out there,
Yet that's exactly where I'm going.
A place where I feel sad,
And a feeling I want to die.
But it feels so familiar.
So all new is forgotten.

I want to stay in this pit,
Whether it will kill me or not.
I know exactly how I'm feeling,
Yet that's not what I aspire to be like.
I'm feeling like I want to,
Because I know it will embrace.

I'm addicted to this line.
It guides me through the flow.
More tunnels in my system collapse.
Day by day the exit leads further down the hall.
Deeper into an abyss.
Asphyxiated with hope,
I'm left to rot with my mind.

My mind is telling me there is a way out.
I believe them.
All I have to do is walk just a little further,
Where death man's ledge will grant me my life.