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A-Z of Depression. - November 21st 2014, 02:22 AM

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I'm not sure about this one. It isn't my best and it gets worse near the end letters because there isn't a lot of words that work.

Alone and afraid, anxiously awaiting,
Butterfly girl, beyond broken from a never-ending berating,
Creating chaos from my very core,
Demon of depression, determined to open deaths door,
Exposing every negative words when I exhale,
Feeling as if I'm forever going to fail,
Going to remain forever glued on rock bottoms ground,
Her demons hating her happiness so away he hounds,
Imaging an end to feeling so invisible and insane,
Just justifying her desires to jump from a jet-plane,
Killing herself soon, her reasons will never be known,
Loosing her life to a demon when repaid a loan,
Mixing her many moods into one with a shiny piece of metal,
Never ending pain as she bleeds from poisonous stinging nettle,
Obsessing over a rash, escaping from within to her skin outside,
Panicking as pleasure turns to pain from the poison he provides,
Questioning whether to live and talk or die and remain quiet,
Reflecting upon my mind, fighting the resilient inner riot,
Self-distructing as poison soothes feelings of shame,
Thinking how depression terrorized my mind that was once tame,
Underneath my smile holds secrets that remain unnoticed,
Vivid nightmares and violent acts leave me victimized,
Weak from fighting my demons that can’t be won,
X-ray my soul while music plays from your xylophone,
Young and dying, depression changed what my life was about,
Zero desire to be alive, I'm praying my mind will soon zone out.