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Depression is monkey curse, lives inside of you
the feeling of negative psychological and lacking of emotions
living on reclusive island, nobody cant reaches me
and I'm still waiting for new notifications
the feeling of been defeated
the feeling of hatred and heated
Depression is scissors, ready to cut open your heart apart
My hopes and happiness fades out as like light bulb die and depart
do I have to sewing it together with needles and strings not an band aid?
I do not have a perfect requirement as my grandmother's crafted hand
too late, her longest elderly year, meet with death until her last breath and be away'd
soon, my soul and my body will fall on the ground of sorrowful land
Depression hits you at any time
all of my thoughts were trembling and worrying
but I stood like a dead statue of King Lear and postponed to stop my troubling mind
Depression puts me in cold sleep
and I cannot hold in all of my emotions, so I weep
in my darkest dream, depression blocks the source of light
and I cannot see, can't win a fight
Depression is testing your fate
if I open a sacred notebook of my entire life written in pages, I would carrying my own weight
date on top left corner of the page for your recorded days
time on the right besides your pinpoints for remembering the moments you've had spent
My philosophy of afterlife, the choice is yours will be forever and desire until the end of midnight
if you die in depression and believing in lies, you'll sell your notebook to hell and meeting with Lucifer
if you die in happiness and truth seeker, you'll give out to heavenly bright and feel his heart of Lord Jesus Christ
Depression is our second best friend
In during epic sweeping wind in the sky, will you hold my hands until the end?
In lonely afternoon of Rome, would you visit my home to see I'm having complete meltdown?
Depression can you kill me without pain or bleeding?
one last thing before I say farewell
will you write me a letter without an excuse of leaving?
if someone receive my letter, would you leave me?
a brutish suicide expressing my wounded words
and I hear lovely sounds of two or more bluebirds screaming
Depression you're my Jack Daniels, to drowning myself in poison of sea!
is it possible?
an physical form of depression holds a silver dagger knife, can he kill me while I'm dreaming?
thanks for reading my well effort poem
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and I would to say special thanks @US-poet for fixing some of my typos
and correct any errors of writing form.
thanks again.
