Black,
Dark,
Quiet,
Emotionless,
Its calling me,
Its right there,
At my finger tips,
Im holding myself up,
I cant fall into it now,
I want to,
I dont want to feel,
I dont want to think,
I just want to get further,
I dont want the inbetween,
My old friend,
I hear its call,
The darkness,
The blackout,
Its ready for me.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoetryYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
