Poetry

Depressed

Everything is quiet.

My mind breaks the silence

with chaotic voices and images.

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My body is too weak to move.

I have no motivation to do

ANYTHING.

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I have been wearing these clothes

for days.

I don’t have any energy

to walk,

to bathe,

to run,

to eat,

to drink.

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