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Dec 2012
There's a corpse walking through the streets

Empty on the inside, where my soul used to be

It doesn't feel a thing

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't heal

Its just a mannequin

A sick joke you may think

It wont answer if you call my name

It wont listen when you beg for it to stay

Its lifeless, its dead

Its just the body that remains

No smiling, no screaming.

Not a single sign

No laughter no singing

Not anything i once was

Don't offer a helping hand

For she wont shake it

Don't help her stand up if she falls

She wont take it

Its over.

I'm dead already

There's nothing you can do

It's done

I'm gone

*You're left alone
this poem was made years ago, I no longer suffer from depression, so don't worry :)
Mariana Nolasco
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Mariana Nolasco
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