I feel hollow inside; cold-blooded
And yet melancholy.
It is uncanny and disoriented for me excessively.
I am mindful of what state I am.
My fellow feeling is typical;
I'm not average.
It's vivid, isn't it?
Please, don't despise and pity me;
Don't show sympathy.
It's agonizing to me.
I'm departed...
The only way from this unending sentiment of nil...
I must culminate my existence from this sphere.
So, I perpetrate suicide.
This is the only way to escape pain and nothingness.
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Poems of Anxiety
PoetryA book of any one's perspectives and actual experiences all about depression... x_x To put it simply, this is a book full of depression... *Updates whenever I have free time :) *Photos are not mine...
