Depression

Another time I thought to mention

Another tragedy untold

To lay behind my shadow's grieving

To where the man lies with our cloak

I seemingly wander through

endless hallways, thick with burch

and ask myself what is the meaning? 

of life, 42, i've heard

the dementors ever drawing closer

sucking me in with so much fear

happiness has long since been decieving

i can't get up my body's aching

and i'm weak

and oh so tired

my mind is trapped behind the walls

i built

i struggle

and yet i'm wheezing

the dementor's kiss is but a curse. 

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