On dark days like this
Depression sits upon my chest
Like a fat cat
Comfortable
The guilt
And remorse builds
On no sane reason or thought
I am worthless
I am without
The thoughts come
As little whispers in my ears
“You can’t do it”
“They’ll never love you as much as her”
The thoughts come
In an aggressive manner
Repeated
On different octaves
Until I am aware of my own insignificance
On my dark days
When there is no hope in sight
I close my eyes
And beg the heavens
For days
When it doesn’t feel so sad
To breathe
Spice and Nice 
Beautiful and emotions.
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Thank you
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Prayers 💓
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I think I need them, especially today.
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This one’s beautifully sad 😞 it’s also so reflective, relatable, effective. Made me look back to how I felt “on my dark days.” At the same time, I’m hoping that you’re just playing with words and not actually feeling this down. If you do, I’m always ready to lend my ears ☺
-Lei
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Aww, thank you. I was feeling pretty down, to be honest, but I felt better after I wrote this one.
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