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Two am is the worst

I'm forced to face my depression

Staring it down in its cold, black eyes

No more forcing repression.

Worthless fuck
It spits at me
I cry into my pillow
Aimlessly

I can't make it stop
It threatens to swallow me
I feel it's razor sharp teeth
Sinking in deeply.

Ripping open my skin
It wants to be let in
I can't hold it back
It's starting to win

And it's taking over me
I can't win this peacefully
Blood will be shed tonight
For I still fear the reaper.

They say change your mind
It will make it go away

But I read the fucking books
And this weight is here to stay.

Positive signs end up negative
And I find myself collapsing aghast
My eyes begin to shut to slits
A dark, solomn sleep at best

But when I wake, it'll linger
A ghost of the night before
Waiting for me to come home
Knowing I'll be back for more.