Dysthymia

Always alone, desolate, and desperate;
fear consumes me.
Yet, it steadily fades away,
into emotional numbness.
Nevertheless, it is only short lived,
this meager reprieve,
and the pain comes again.
It steadily seeps into my mind,
taking away all control,
all happiness,
all Hope.
 

Alone, desolate, desperate,
fear consumes once again,
a never-ending circle. 
Yet drops dead with one thought,
an everlasting reprieve—my only savior,
to never feel again.

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