I sit on my bed
wondering what I will do
When the sun will rise.
How do I get through
The past that's hunting me?
I need some glue
To fix my pieces
And bring them
Together and sane
But how do I do?
I have no sight and no perception,
No faith and no humanity,
How can I? How?
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Melancholia
PoetryMelancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.
