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My mind is filled 
With inches of torment 
That blinds all vision 
And with me befriends. 
I am a turtle 
Imprisoned by this shell 
Going nowhere slowly 
Enduring this Hell. 
For what is contentment 
But an excuse to raise the white flag 
As happiness is an unwalked bridge 
I’ll die alone, a solitary old hag. 
Depression is but 
A self-inflicted curse 
The mind is its own place 
To halt thought would be my thirst. 
Fortune favours the bold 
The bold favours fortune 
My mind is but a pyramid 
Way down lays this torment.

Self-Infliction (Torment)