drowning drowning
in this ocean
deep depression
finally lost it
lost my art
creativity
lost the art of
even vaguely
original
self-expression
each wave a scream
each scream a wave
especially
the silent screams
the ones that hurt
the most
inside
that sound the loudest
to my soul
which constantly cries
as each flat-bound
sometimes bed-bound day
becomes a cliche
dodgy tummy
and running out of
supermarket supplies
and friends
who are not yet
sick of hearing
about my tummy problems
OCD
but most of all
this deep depression
deep dark ocean
of depression
in which I daily
drown
my remaining
aspirations
my dreams
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