When the purpose is gone
When you feel nothing
But worthless
When the pain is here
When you lost the game
What are you gonna do?
What is real?
When you lose touch,
When nothing is much
Better than the scratch.
Don't ask me how
I'm gonna start over
With a bruise in my heart
And a clutch on my head.
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Melancholia
PoetryMelancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.
