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"Depression Rhymes With Expression...But Also Fear of No Longer Mattering"
by Jeph Johnson
No one wants happiness from me when all I'm privy to are the nuances of my loneliness keeping me company.
So I'm a social butterfly at best flying into a hornet's nest.
It's a type of depression so bad I've not even the energy to feel sad.
Without the wisdom of who lies,
Without a clue to what's left,
This is how I face demise.
This is how I fancy death.
This is how pleasure dies.
This is now my place of rest.
If I get up it's just for me so I have to do it selfishly.
Introverts "hate people" and avoid; I feel hated and therefore annoyed.
I used to date for inspiration but now is my date for expiration
