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Depression
I look around
and all I see
is darkness,
blackness,
and misery.
I cannot see
the light of day,
nor hear the singing birds.
The chirping crickets,
the rustling leaves,
I hear it not,
for I am in
my own little world.
I'm all alone
and can't get out.
They call to me,
but I cannot come.
I am trapped
in my own despair.
Darkness,
blackness,
and misery.
They lock me up
and throw away the key.
I can't get out,
this is my destiny.
It seems as if
no one cares.
I doubt if I
will ever escape.
Darkness,
blackness,
and misery
close in on me.
It is too late.
All hope is gone.