Pain of Depression
There is a pain in me, a blackened spot that refuses to budge.
A rotting death, seeping and swallowing me whole from the inside out.
It serrated claws tear through my being, stained darkness left in wake.
I scrub and peel back the death it leaves.
Working harder, working faster...
No matter.
There is no eluding the darkness, it is all around me and a part of me.
I am the Pain.
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