Black beads of depression jump from the darkened sky,
screaming at the top of their lungs,
crying tears of their own.
They crash into the outer shell of my cell walls,
beginning to absorb into my life,
flooding my conscience.
Theres no way out,
no way for me to escape it.
i'm trapped.
I try gasping for breath
but depression floods my lungs.
Theres no more hope for me.
I drown in the darkness...
dieing inside,
as my life turns black.

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