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Personal (Melancholy) My heart palpitates
and my head throbs.
My skin turns crimson
and burns like fire.
A cloud comes over me,
and my emotions
take control.
The pain pours
down my cheeks
like waterfalls.
Tears suffocate me;
breathing is hard
when the world implodes.
I crumble under
the weight of
the pressure on me.
I'm like a bridge
once suspended by hope,
now collapsing in despair.
And a thought enters,
what if I can never
end the hurt?
What if gray days
will always be the norm?
Will this feeling always
be under the surface?
Could I live with myself
knowing I will
always buckle?
