It starts small
A turned knob
An open door
Well hello
Old friend
How have you been?
A memory stirs
With a wicked hand
A light goes out
You’ve closed the door
But it doesn’t matter
You’re not alone
The whispering starts
And the tears come
Because you know
Depression
Always uninvited
Tends to overstay
HASTYWORDS 
Indeed, it does.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
HASTY – An unwelcome guest
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That’s how it, usually is, something we don’t want, just, becomes that, squatter, and, we can’t find ways, to, chase it, away, and we must, learn to, adapt ourselves, to the uneasiness, the upset, we feel, in its, presence.
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