How to…

CURE DEPRESSION

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Why is it that this has so many hits?
Maybe these statistics should make me feel a part of this world,
But I don’t feel a part of this world.
I am NOT a part of this world.
I know it.
I drink a Berliner—I hate beer.
My vows are broken.
I don’t need food, it tastes like a ton of salt anyway.
I produce my own salt, these tear ducts store them.
My watch usually lose, is tied on the tightest hole
I am hoping for a strangled pulse,
But I don’t feel it.
Why is my heart so loud, but everyone still sleeps?
Why can’t I shut it off and tune it out,
Maybe even carve it out?
I take another swig and the bitterness strikes me out,
I hate it.
But is there something I hate more?
It is myself—not you or you or you—just me.
I have watched myself degrade over and over again.
Can I blame any of you?
I can’t because the fault is within.
You see there is a black bough in the tree of my life,
And no matter the green and no matter the flowers,
When winter comes, the only thing standing
Is the beautiful black bough.