My feelings are dead,
Reduced deceased,
Anger brings forth the beast,
From the very depths of hell,
Not feeling very well,
Depression got the best of me ,
Shake this beast,
Let me free,
Now you see the real me,
Writes in style,
Once in a while depressive hands strangle me,
Entangling in their mind control,
My mind is my own worst enemy,
At times I'm dashed,
My head is trashed,
Sometimes I write better,
No one else was in control,
Today,
I dug my own dark hole,
A few more writes will put me right,
The great escape you see,
By tomorrow,
Feet on deck and I'll be grounded,
I'll run free again!

By ladylivvi1



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