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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1630805
An internal submission to the beast within known as depression.
I don't even know anymore.
I'm so confused
Lost
Misguided
I'm drowning in a maelstrom
Called my life
Murphy's Law is something I live by
I now expect the worst
Yet I still feel disappointed
I'm being pulled, dragged
Into a never-ending black hole
My souls is being ripped apart
Soon there will be nothing left
The terrible beast will have its way
And I will be no more
Nothing but an empty shell
Void of emotions
Thoughts
Feelings
My mind will become clouded
My thoughts blurred
My soul gone.
With no soul, I am no longer human.
I am a robot.
Music will become noise.
Food will have no taste.
Colors will be dull and murky.
But no one will know.
No.
It will be our little secret,
The beasts and mine.
We'll cover it up,
That' what we'll do,
By putting on a happy face,
An impenetrable facade.
We'll put on an act,
A show!
The best one yet!
All will see it
All will love it,
Embrace it.
They will believe everything,
Not even my eyes will deceive me.
No one will know,
No.
It will be our little secret,
The beasts and mine.
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