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Depression


 

When you reach rock-bottom, when your soul cries.

Life stops vibrating, everything once vivid in pain dies.

Filthy dark energetic entities knock at your door.
You refuse to open, but they break in and spread mayhem.

They enter your lizard brain, with no mercy at all.

Now you are a slave to them, down on your knees, crawl.
You are not good enough; you are a failure; you are nobody.
These voices change your perception. The downfall begins.


You want nothing, anyone, anything but to lie down, and sleep.
You are begging not to wake up. One more day alive, hurts, deep.

Stuck in your own tiny space, thoughts of death rapidly arise.
You want to escape from yourself, which you truly hate.

You are afraid of being alive, but not afraid of death.
No one cares about you, alone until your last breath. Life becomes meaningless, love dies, you feel sick. You can’t take it anymore, stuck in this loop till you die.


Mike Tragas 2022/01/20 Sweden, Stockholm

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