DEPRESSIVE INSANITY
"It's not that I don't need to be here, I just can't take it anymore"
Knocking on doors to empty rooms
Concealed thoughts,
Secrets of daily morning gloom.
We chase after invariable ends
Closed minded individuals
Hoping that our chapter ends soon.
Sinking lower then the bottom deep
Drowned hearted we choke on life
Wishing not to exist past this last moon.
By:
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Aristo Dos Santos
CuPid Poetry
“For Those You Love and Adore”
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