sorrow
unhappiness
gloom
misery
troubled
desperation
dull
dark
desolation
lone
these are my cries
in between the lines
they're little words telling you why
these are the words trapped inside
a cold cold world that is just like mine
hate
hate that I have someone but can't relate
depressed because I don't have anything left
I died which brings sorrow
unhappiness has always been inside
this misery is something that always sneak up always defeating me
look for another way but bumps into trouble along the way
desperate to be loved
desperate to get these dull dark feelings out my head
and finally lone
wants to be alone but can't find my own
wanting to be wanted
I curl up on my bed with my hands wrapped around my legs and the pillow over my head
not saying a word
not saying anything this depression has tooken over me
this depression is the definition of me
I'm missing something
its called peace
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Gain Pain
PoetryYour mind tells stories of all things. Your mind believes whatever you want it to believe. Some right or wrong, some absolutely right, some thoughts suicidal, depressed, and dark. This is a tell all of the mind or at least what's going on in mines.
