I am feeling cornered,
Boxed in,
Reluctant to persevere,
I need to break the box,
Or myself,
“You’re already broken,” I hear.
As the depression overwhelms,
It maintains my stomach turning,
While my chest’s sinking sentiment,
Exacerbates the pain; churning.
Temporary bouts of solace,
Unaffected by my yearning,
End as fast as they
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