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I lie here, fading into tears-

I lie here, crying myself into eternity;

Sitting, crying and fading-

Teary eyed I wait for comfort-

I wait for someone, anyone.

For I am depressed-a lonely soul

Shrouded into the mist of daylight.

A depressed soul am I,

For in the darkness upon my reach-

Darkness calling to me,

Reaching into my wrath of a dark soul.

Such a dark soul am I,

For in the grasp of in a hand;

A had which guides my Wiccan and Gothic faith.

Darkness is falling upon my grasp-

Showing what it is made of;

Made of something very powerful,

So powerful it brings me forth-

For depression is what I feel;

It is not what I think.

Depression is not what I wish to feel,

But what I'm already feeling.