everything feels hazy in a way,
my thoughts and feelings
don't feel real
if that makes any sense.
if i'm going to try and describe it then,
it sort of feels like,
playing your favourite song
on a phonograph,
over and over and over,
the song will start out sounding
beautiful,
there's nothing like it
and you hope it never ends,
But when it does
you play it again
and again and again and again and again.
except with time you play it
it starts to sound less whimsical,
and after a while
the sounds become so distorted
that you only have a memory
of what it once sounded like,
you start to wonder
where you went wrong
and if you can fix it,
but it's done
and all you can do is,
find a new song
and hope that it sounds
just as sweet.
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Purify me
PoetryThis will be about how I deal with my depression and will mention self harm & suicide