There is no other way to describe it At least in my experience to date It's a clouding, a "fog" in the brain That provokes sadness, lethargy and hate When you feel it, you feel like you're dying Because nothing life offers makes sense And everyone's sick of your crying Concluding you're selfish or dense No one believes in your station They haven't the time to observe Or they just cant handle the situation Cry only how have you the nerve I write this without any answers I say this without a degree All I know is I know how stifling it feels To feel stagnant and worthless, not freeBirth sign: Pisces
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