Depression
Depression …
that silent debilitation …
the hurt that is masterfully masked …
the nigh endless desperation of a haunting solitude that rips the soul apart a million times per second
and that inaudible scream that cries endlessly
of the fear and loathing wedged deep in the crevasses of the mind …
the yearning for a complete silence that only one battling this ailment only knows too well …
stop …
I want out.
This is an original piece by Jose Bernardo.
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