5:47 AM: a depression hour

It is a depression hour.
5:47 AM to be exact.
The constant feeling of sadness is overbearing.
It is a heavyweight that anchors itself on your shoulders.
And as it makes its existence known,
Anxiety wraps its arms around you,
Pulling you close to it,
Drowning you in your own state of apathy.

It is a depression hour,
A few minutes later to be exact,
This numb feeling that lingers in my mind and chest,
It is eating away at me.
It is eating away at my existence ruthlessly.
And this all happened,
Because I woke up.

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