As I sit here I find myself falling into the black oppressive hole of my depression.
As I fall I see the things I have done and said and find no words of apology.
I see the things that I have lived through and I find no words of forgiveness.
I fall inside of myself with cries of help sitting on my tongue but never falling from my lips.
I feel all my pain and sorrow encompass me as I slowly withdraw into myself.
I am nothing but a burden to those around me.
I know they would all be better off without me, even not knowing me.
I slip into myself never finding a single groove to catch onto,
hoping for something to hold me to this world.
But I find none and I slip into the inescapable hole within myself.
I feel my body begin to wither as I find no use for anything at all.
I try and pull myself free but there is no ray of hope to save me this time.
I am nothing but a shadow slowly shrinking within itself.
I finally disappear into nothingness and was all imaginary to those who had known me.
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I did this in a bout of depression, I personally don't want to feel like that again.
Poem and comment originally published on dA on 11/1/2008
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Lines of a Broken Soul
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