Dead Inside

Like shards of glass under my skin

Depression rips away at me from the inside

With a sadness so much more

Than what you feel on a rainy day

Puffs of cigarette smoke

In the winds of existence

Icy numbness no fire can heal

With bruised knuckles

And bleeding wrists 

Hidden by a smile

That hasn’t been genuine in years

Hollow to the core

The walking deceased

Complete with a pulse and breath

But no other signs of life

Dead inside

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