Depressed

Part of me say I should go
part of me say I should stay
I can't make up my mind.
So many things to do
so many things to think of.

Minute after minute
hour after hour
day after day
week after week
month after month
year after year
For how long does it have to be this way?

Emotionally unstable, as I say it
for so long I have kept
but, it wouldn't go away.
As if I'm lost without any rope to hold on
and time kept going and going.

Empty and dull,
in search of hope
far beyond my reach.
Left behind
like no one seems to care,
lonely.

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