

C.D. -chronic depression-Pain flows through me Nightmares they weave Sleep is my solace My only reprieve I try to breath in but nothing is there My lungs filled with guilt No room left for air I scream out in anguish Fear makes me wary Trauma tainting my soul With the devils I carry I do not belong My meaningless life My dreams keep me sane All this pain and strife I'm sick of the pain I'm sick of the stares All those heartless people Not one of them cares They push and they pull Aggrivating my wounds turning my heart Into this empC.D. -chronic depression-


Sunken SolitudeHere I am, all alone By myself, on my own I've sat for years, on death row People come and people goSunken Solitude
Who can say? Who can stay? Give me comfort on my way I still try to save it all I have to rise up when I fall
I sit silent, upon my throne This solitude chills to the bone I have fallen so damn low How I got here I don't know
Who can say? Who can stay? Give me comfort on my way I still try to save it all I cannot rise up when I fall I dry my eyes to clear my vision To live and die here is my mission  
Cloud's Buster Sword Draft1
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