Anti-Depressant

I am haunted when I try to convince myself
that all is well and it will work out fine
But I know for a fact that she won’t be waiting for me
I thought she smiled at me that perfect evening
But it was a trick of the light, I was used up that night
Left to find my way out of nowhere

My tortured rehabilitation

None of us will meet anyone
Rejoice, because we’ll all die alone
least then we’ll have something in common

Each stage is familiar to me even the crippling sadness
I welcome dysmorphia like an old friend
You were close to me, you lifted me up
just to push me down into this desolate Hell
I feel so cold, my eyes are heavy with sleep
I try to walk but my body fails

My blessed rehabilitation

None of us will ever fall in love
Rejoice, because we’ll die in vain
least then we’ll have something in common

The End

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