Depression.
I am nothing but numb.
I stare and wonder what I have become.
I swallow my sadness, I drown it in rum,
Then close my eyes and wait for sleep to come.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis
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Depression.
I am nothing but numb.
I stare and wonder what I have become.
I swallow my sadness, I drown it in rum,
Then close my eyes and wait for sleep to come.
