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(Quote:"Depression sometimes is like being in a dark room with no light, but the only way to make it brighter is to find light in things" - The Artyom) I'm in a dark room with no light, Darkness hugs my body in all directions. My life, shot down from flight, Nowhere to be seen, lies corrections. Thinking that my body language would say it all, But nobody pays attention to my fall, And nobody listens to my call. But out of the blue, someone walks into the room, I tell them the problem; that it is dark, and they see that it is dark too. They see that I am falling to my doom, So they try to find the light and do. They turn it on, Then I say it's still dark, So they describe the light they look upon, But all I see is the mark. Darkness is my only friend, Is this how my life will end? Spent in sorrows, No tomorrows. No stars to see, no sky, no moon. No place to be except this gloom. Time flies by on broken wings. I must think of other things. Like gratitude and great success. I know in my heart, I make my own happiness.
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
A Dark Room
(Quote:"Depression sometimes is like being in a dark room with no light, but the only way to make it brighter is to find light in things" - The Artyom) I'm in a dark room with no light, Darkness hugs my body in all directions. My life, shot down from flight, Nowhere to be seen, lies corrections. Thinking that my body language would say it all, But nobody pays attention to my fall, And nobody listens to my call. But out of the blue, someone walks into the room, I tell them the problem; that it is dark, and they see that it is dark too. They see that I am falling to my doom, So they try to find the light and do. They turn it on, Then I say it's still dark, So they describe the light they look upon, But all I see is the mark. Darkness is my only friend, Is this how my life will end? Spent in sorrows, No tomorrows. No stars to see, no sky, no moon. No place to be except this gloom. Time flies by on broken wings. I must think of other things. Like gratitude and great success. I know in my heart, I make my own happiness.
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16/M/Concord NC
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
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