Depression

I am

your unmade bed

the shadows in your head

the tears that you silently shed

I am

the feelings you will never share

the darkness that ensnares

your worst nightmare

I am

your unbrushed hair

the heartache you can't bear

the bleak emptiness of your stare

I am

the enemy inside your mind

the fears that tightly wind

your pain defined

I am

 

depression

 

 

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Reviews

[Mark]

Good write. Kind of a drip drip drip of thought