The dark hour-vintage

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My dark and lonely days seem to consume every bit of me,

Only awakening to the daily emptiness of my soul.
No matter how hard I try to fix this internal void,
I'm knocked back down to square one with an even deeper hole.
Hit after hit, no time to see what's coming,
I'm lost and wounded, no feeling of any loving.
I guess it's partly my fault, for hiding this inside,
It's too late to tell now, my hands are sadly tied.
I see no more light, my hope has slowly faded,
All that once was bright, is now just cold and shaded.
I curl into a ball, scared of everything,
Who will hurt me next? Can I trust a thing?
Depression has sunken deep, I lie at it's dreadful hand,
Anxiety makes me weep, I suffer at it's demand.
It's no way to live, I know that for sure,
But it's the only way I know,
I've searched long for a cure.
Nothing comes to be, no answers at all for me,
I take the days as they unfold, doing as I'm told.
Not really feeling, just barely being,
Existing by sight, though inside, dying by fight.
These days, there's not much time to think,
Only time to act. In water I feel I sink,
Little sanity keeping me in tact.
So much pressure placed on me,
Why can't I just be free?

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