Depression


empty
it rips at your soul
shreds it until there is nothing left
black and dark and alone
not cold, not warm, just nothing
empty
numb
whispers of love, touches of care
they're there, you know, but for naught
you can't hear them, you can't feel them
non-responsive, non-receptive, nothing
numb
idle
motionless in a world of chaos
devoid of purpose, of significance
it goes round and round, and on and on
doesn't matter, you're worthless, nothing
idle
numb
empty

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