Depression

Location

The chest aches.

The emotions swell.

It's too late to apply the brakes,

Because I already rell.

 

A face with no expression.

A heart far from repair.

Nothing strikes an impression,

For I am prepared.

 

Happiness is forbidden.

Loneliness is the only desire.

Your appearance has been ridden,

From my eyes 'til death fall upon you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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