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The world turned its back on me, I realized, I didn't know why I was crying. Blank face, vague tears, Grey skies, finite bleam. I begged myself to leave me alone, I felt something I musn't feel. Cried with the loudest voice, While my happiness wasn't on the tone. Sadness filled my head, It was the reason why I bled. Discreet noise was its weapon, T'was the silence of a hungry lion. I became the prey of depression, Anxiety became my companion. I didn't have a choice, They'd let me suffer if I escaped their prison. I am tired.. no — Not even that word would suffice. I want to die.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
The Empty Side of the Bed.
The world turned its back on me, I realized, I didn't know why I was crying. Blank face, vague tears, Grey skies, finite bleam. I begged myself to leave me alone, I felt something I musn't feel. Cried with the loudest voice, While my happiness wasn't on the tone. Sadness filled my head, It was the reason why I bled. Discreet noise was its weapon, T'was the silence of a hungry lion. I became the prey of depression, Anxiety became my companion. I didn't have a choice, They'd let me suffer if I escaped their prison. I am tired.. no — Not even that word would suffice. I want to die.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
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