Alone

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I’ve always said “no” to drugs

“Never” to cutting

“Certainly not” to drinking

But this depression is pressing

It feeds on me like a leech

Sucks me dry and

Leaves me there still;

Floundering like a dying fish

Does no one hear me scream?

Does no one care?

No.

No one does.

Because I am alone

Well and truly.

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