Depression & Mental Health

The End of Hope

Dead

Are happy memories 

And hope is all

But gone

Maggots feed

Upon my sorrow

And the knowledge

I’m alone

Flies swarm

Around the carcass 

That my empty heart’s 

Become

They lay their eggs

Their larvae grow

They make my soul

Their home

And in

The dead of night

The spiders hunting flies

Do come

Leaving itching

So much itching 

And the webs of lies

They’ve spun

Then when day breaks

And they depart 

I know depression

Once more

Has won

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