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Jan 2018
Deemed with sorrow
Pained with guilt
Will I see tomorrow
Or just slowly, wilt

The smile has vanished
Empty in my head
I have been punished
To suffer, undead

Darkness slithers around
Like a giant snake  
I am nailed to the ground
Unable to wake

It's all in my head
I know it's not true
But why my hands are red
What have I been through?

The words I try to speak
Chokes in my throat
Maybe, I'm just to weak
Lifeless so to float

I invited death gracefully
But it denied my request
Dragging myself painfully
I did try my best

Tho in shrouded straps
This heart still beats
Every ache it traps
As every tear it meets

Bound in a four-cornered room
I'm left in this world
To see and feel my doom
Waiting to be called...

©sim
Depression is deadly, if not treated.
Spilling imagination.
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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