Thread: Depression

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I dreamed a dream that seemed so real
But when I reached I could not feel
Like swirling mist the dream did fade
And from my dream the truth was laid

Melancholy once more takes hold
I start to shiver but not from the cold
Out of the past the memories emerge
These thoughts I cannot purge

In the silence of this lonely room
Dark and empty like a tomb
The soul withers like a fading rose
Retreating further the darkness grows

Nothing left but a broken shell
This self imposed personal Hell
Outside these walls it's not to late
To break this self fulfilling fate

I've been there man.