Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Pécheur, Mar 16, 2009.

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  1. Pécheur

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    Depression is the worst of all mortal sins,
    Can't speak the words out loud,
    But they're right here, on my skin.

    Disgust and revulsion,
    Come as no surprise,
    There's little left of me,
    So I've nothing left to hide.

    It's what it does to you,
    Rips you right apart,
    There aren't words left to describe,
    The struggle I've had from the start.

    So turn your head away from me,
    Turn your nose up in disgust,
    Do you think I'll care in the end,
    When my hearts turned to rust.
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