Depressed Poems or whatever it might be

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There is a comfort in emptiness.

It is feeling which grants you the benefits of unimportance.
A feeling which is something but nothing.
A duality showing two sides which relate but do not compete. All because one exists and the other does not. 

But does nothing really not exist? What makes nothing? Why does nothing make... something? Because if it's nothing how can it be? Does that make nothing... empty?

There is a comfort in loneliness.

Despite all the minds that surround you, loneliness persists.

It's hard to beat loneliness. It gives a sense of anonymity. With no one to really care or live for. It frees you of responsibility towards other mans soul. For there is no soul. It's just... lonely?

There is a comfort in fear.

It holds back, it stops, it thinks, it avoids. It thinks for you despite the consequences these thoughts will bring forth. Things that lead to fear are often overthought. Things that are overthought show possibilities that are so tiny that their size is overlooked. Something that is overlooked is ignored.

Does that make our choices destined from fear irrational? If you think, you look, you see, you picture, you understand. You understand the situation and you fear. You fear what you see or can not see. Aren't we meant to fear and, despite the size, avoid that what is... frightening?

There is a comfort in depression.

For you can blame everything you're dealing with on anything. It combines all your comforts and turns them against you. You feel alone, empty and scared. You're comforted by the fact that no one cares because no one knows. It looks sad but it doesn't matter because it's not important just like you're... unimportant?
And no one cares because they don't see... you?
They don't see and they don't care,
so what about you? What's stopping you? Why are you here? When no one cares and no one sees?

Aren't you blind? Blind like man with eyes but no pair to notice the struggles of fellow soul?

Don't you see your struggles?

Don't you care?

Your road is not treaded by many, for a path filled with nothing reaches nowhere. Despite the endless path, the exits lead to ways that look so much longer, so much heavier, so frightening.

But why would you care?

A path leading to nothing is worth following?

A path to unknown is a path which is avoided for you can't see your destination?

But why would you care... to fear the unknown when your path leads you down to nothing?