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Depression || Spoken Words

Depression... This is the feeling, of burning in hell. When I jumped off the cliff of happiness. I jumped in the depths of hell the only thing I learned through this feeling. Is the burn don't melt neither does it turn to gel I learned that the burn don't melt! It just burns and burns Until your the whole body's immersed... I feel like I'm trapped, under water but I cant get up and I cant swim. My body pushes further Until the water is barely Beneath my chin. Every single time You try, You try grab for something to fail centimetres within, But every time You risk drowning Knowing that winning that special thing? Is once again slim. I know what you do You keep on checking your phone and nothing... You feel loneliness Is better than this feeling? You want to live, but your heart stops beating. Silenced in a crowded room, yet your insides are screaming!! Every exit sign is bright green but every sign is misleading. We all struggle with it, because we've dug through and endless tunnel. Knees and Nails are bleeding, we come up for that gasp of air. Only to realise were back at the beginning. You want to go to sleep, and feeling that not waking up is the best case and the best idea. Because every action you try Because every action you do The outcome of them has no meaning But you go back to sleep where demons dance and smile. on trickled coals But you carry on believing. You try and take control surrounded by the people you love But you're still alone. It's like having 52 cards in your hands but worthless is the feeling so you decide to fold. Because my body is useless the cliff I jumped off? Killed my soul. Depression it plays with its toys depression isn't a choice its learning, realising, and expressing a void. So when you wake up in the morning. Wake up knowing.. You're Still Here Don't get scared Depressions main meal. Is Fear
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