It stared ahead
Eyes bleary
Mind empty
Core bleeding.
They stab
Frustrate, and injure
They steal
Joy, Love and Happiness.
Depression, like a menacing fiend
Sipped in
Melancholy hovered above like a thuderous cloud
They stayed put
They refused to budge
They added weight to
The weightless it.
It refused to move
It refused to float.
It was so bashed up
By words and expectations.
It is not an object.
It is your soul.
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