Window of depression

by xxLivxx   Oct 21, 2009


I am stuck.
Escaping this is not an option.
I have nothing to run to,
only things to run from.
I look out my window of depression,
and see all the places
I wish to go
and the the things
I wish to be,
but I cannot reach any of it.
With each glance out of my window
I am falling deeper and deeper
Hopeless is how I feel
Darkness is what I see
Silence is what I hear.
Somebody help me.
Please.
I am stuck.

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