Fighter, No More

My head on this pillow,

Mind in deep thoughts,

Shades drawn, in darkness,

Stomach in knots,

No words can describe,

Anxiety like this,

The uncertainty that looms,

It’s either hell or it’s bliss,

I can’t bring myself,

To face this new day,

Digging holes in the sand,

To hide far away,

For this is depression,

All dark and morose,

Fractured the spirit,

Melancholy overdose,

Why try to smile,

When it’s so out of place,

As your heart breaks away,

The tears stream down your face,

So I’ll lay right here,

Evading the light,

As the desolation consumes me,

As I give up the fight…

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