The Depressed

I stand in the darkness
A daily battle
It consumes me
It controls me
And my thoughts
A black cloud that never lifts
A black cloud that is always raining
Rain that stings my mind and burns my soul
An internal pain that there is no cure for
The Sun never to be seen
A happiness only dreamed of off in the distance
So far away like waiting for a bus going nowhere.
Dying slowly with no one to hold one last time.
These thoughts trapped in my mind in fear.
No one understands but will label to try.

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