Breakdown...(helpless in quicksand)

By Malice In Wonderland

It's official.

./

IÂ give up on this heart.
Fragile and forever breaking

I feel like this sand will forever grip my body and pull me

d
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These blackened lungs and punctured pancreatic promises
Are like insulin
And I've been
Corrupted

Reduced to worthless
Ridicule
[You] make me make [myself] sick

I'm slipping again
And old habits die hard
like smashing teeth
On your words

Worlds apart
Paralell
You can't even see

Supression
will
be the
death
of
me

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Published on Monday, December 12, 2016. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

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On Tuesday, July 24, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (428) wrote:

Really good one. Depression can be like quicksand, it pulls us down to a state of apathy, that it's hard to escape from and really dangerous for our mental stability

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