Deep depression pressing down

by Tyson   Sep 10, 2016


Drenched in the cold blanket of night,
The air filled with the sound of silence so loud it's deredefining_
You lay in darkness sinking deep into the suffocating grip of depression
Pop pills to conceal the sickness you feel
Feeding your addiction with additional pharmaceutical suitable for a substitution not a solution
No ibuprofen
No nurofen
Head confused
Train of thought like a fox loose in a chooks pen
A fatle attraction
a relation destined for failure
Head laying dead on a bed of nails

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