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Insomnia building, never sleeping.
Sleeping always, never feeling.
As time passes by unknowing.
Still I can feel it growing.
As depression sinks in
Feelings of regret and sin.
People watching everywhere
As I pass by they all stop and stare
As if they know about the darkness inside
Try to front and put it all aside
But alas I cannot hide
From the depths of my own mind.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is one of my attempts to put a sickness to words.  Although I believe it is quite impossible for anyone who has not been through this to fully understand.  

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