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I wrote this poem while in a depression episode. |
| He comes to me When I least expect it Luring me in Hitting all the right nerves Before I know it I have taken a dive To the darkest oblivion As gray as the thunderous sky Where I cannot see a soul. I can't get out I try, but a barrier sits Between me and life I become numb to everything Love, hate, laughter It doesn't matter I see nothing but my own pain Conjured up by this demon |