55 y/o malcontent, something of a writer

Hit hard
Can’t stop the tears
Started with self doubt
Then came the fear

There’s a point somewhere 
A cause of the scare
An underlying reason
Some kind of demon

Want to run away and hide
Wish I’d already died
Don’t want to search for clues 
As to why I’m feeling the blues

Does it ever stop
Ever get better
Climb my way on top
Only to have it remember

Been here before
Doesn’t get better
Time becomes a chore
Helps me get sadder

Darkness closes in
Comforts me within
Doesn’t stop the tears
Just feeds the fears

Don’t see a way out right now
Find it hard to want to somehow
The fear feeds the sadness
Then comes the madness

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