Depression
Depression there is no escape from the feeling no respite from the pain that it's dealing no relief from the screams and the squealing as your mind breaks your nails on the ceiling. your voice is demented and pleading the blade scores your veins and you're bleeding the scar tissue knows no receding no saviour and no-one redeeming imbibing the tablets of healing the chemical cure so appealing psychiatry so useless revealing historical hurt you're concealing destroying the facts of your mind unable to see for you're blind depression is cruel and unkind so succumb to those shackles that bind
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Absinthe Friend
Greetings from the grim north of England !
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