Depression and isolation, a personal blend
Steeped in shame and shyness, brew a poignant loneliness
Made especially for me
The aroma of self-pity and desperation waft
Through the air, surrounding me
Cloaking me in an air of aloofness,
Shrouding what would normally be perceived as awkward silence
If you could see the real me
The first bitter draught spills over my lips which
Will not be kissed, flows over my tongue that explores nothing
Tasting only
The solitude, fusing and freezing it, unused
The chill, instead of assaulting the inner warmth,
Finds no such enemy inside me
My heart strains painfully, trying so hard to drive it,
The silence away, but it is only one
Doing the job of two
One day it will ignore me too.
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