¡TW! Depression
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷𝟷𝟾
I can't seem to shake this feeling,
Nothing I do seems to be appealing,
Everything I do is like making lemons out of lemonade,
like my spirit is being stabbed with a spade.
Can I just not be tired,
I can't figure out how I was wired,
Because every wire is tangled and scratched,
Just like the emotions that are attached.
I can't figure out my emotions,
I feel nothing and something like some strange devotion,
Why can't this just stop,
I feel like I'm fixing myself with a broken mop.
Fight everyday I must,
Or else I may be left in the dust,
I can't tell if this is factual,
It doesn't even feel natural.
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