Depress
Depression,
is a downward spiral,
which leaves me so cold,
to the pit of my soul.
It pulls on the gaps,
of that which you left behind.
Like combusted trenches of loneliness,
it opens to a variety of new pain,
flooding through my veins,
to my core.
My heart beats unsteady now.
This sadness,
is something,for which i was not ready,
broke me further,
each kiss at a time,
and now,the epitome of all hell,
replaces the cadence of my life.
by
XangelicXshadowsXposted on 12/06/2008
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