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Tumultuous
Another song of desperation.
I’m sorry for always being sorry;
The words no longer sound the same.
Tumultuous thoughts and melancholy.
Nothing is getting better.
Anxiety floods my head.
This life holds so much uncertainty.
I’m in a prison of depression.
“Lady Suicide, please don’t flirt with me;
I want to sleep forever.”
I’m so exhausted from the highs;
And I feel tortured by the lows.
My mental stability is in decline.
Tumultuous thoughts and episodes.
Tranquility? Not now. Not ever.
