Depression
The sun shone through the gloom outside.
The birds sung, People lived,
Kids made noise.
I locked my door and double bolted it just incase that shit tried to interrupt my gloom.
I wasn't letting happiness in without a fight today.
Fuck off!
The welcome mat was a misadvertisement.
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