It's empty.

It's all gone. 

It's just a hole.

A vast gap where I used to be. 

My sparkle seeped away. 

Fizzled out. 


It's empty.

It's all gone.

It's just me now. 

Nothing to like at all anymore.

No charisma or charm.

Just a void. 


It's empty.

It's all gone.

It's just sadness.

Everyone is sad for a moment. 

Then I am not missed at all. 

I am gone.

Depression bipolar black dog

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Robert Mann

Tue 13th Jun 2017 01:15

Louise - a nice follow up to 'The Black Dog' and I empathise with the feeling of seeming insignificant to others when the dark clouds roll in. Eloquently put.

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