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Depression
Emptiness yet feeling too full.
Overcome with emotion yet never emotional.
Sad and lonely but with no set cause…
This is just a shell of what was.
Shaking and cold, but fire explodes.
Exhausted and drained, but eyes won’t close.
Everything is breaking and different because
This is just a shell of what was.
Something is stirring; could it be hope?
Nope, it isn’t, it’s the desire to mope.
Mope around, wishing to die, can’t even sob…
This is just a shell of what was.
You say it’s okay. It is! You’re right.
You’re right, you’re right, so why am I not fine?
I wish I were fine, I try not to die, just…
This is just a shell of what was.
I’m drowning and sinking but there’s nothing around.
I’m sitting on ground, and yet I still drown.
I drown from the ground, dirt coming in swathes…
This is just a shell of what was.
Finally, I’m free, yet completely empty.
Emptier than ever, empty as can be.
Sharp and gentle, crisp and smooth,
The shell has always been my truth.
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