Depression

Staring blankly.
Thinking clouded.
Nowhere to be, but nothing to do.
I am scared.
Chest heavy. 
Eyes drowsy.
I am going somewhere,
Nowhere to be known.
I am leaving somewhere,
I don't understand.
Thoughts unable to stop, like bleeding from an unopened, uncared for wound. 
My scream is silent. 
My world isn't listening.



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