Absence (a poem about depression)

On the edge,

It's all I really am,

on the edge.

It's so hard to breath,

With clouded lungs,

Nothing but pollution,

My head is polluted.

I try and try to clear it out,

But to no avail.

Everything is bad,

When everything seems

To be good,

Nothing but illusion,

I am only an illusion.

I am broken,

I am sad,

I am lost,

I am there.

Like a ghost, I am there,

With the darkness

looming over me.

It never goes away.

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