The stone of death is only worn by the living

Eyes slowly open to blackness

The room is bereft of peace

A sharp inhale

A quiet sob escapes

god is in the room, unwelcome

Death envelops like a stone cloak

A hand to hold no more

The grip does not loosen

For letting go means goodbye

 

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bluesunchasing

Just a guy writing about how depression sucks.

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