Poetry

Done

I have no strength left

Yet it’s quite comfortable

It’s a familiar surrender

A cozy dark corner

Where I can stay safe

And keep everyone out

I’m not budging, not moving

My light is burnt out

All friends are enemies

All excitement is a lie

Depression is my best friend

I find peace when I cry

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