Late Stage Depression

My depression that’s lived inside my entire life has mutated
Its mutated it’s something malignant that left my mind in protracted states of atrophy
My melancholia has metastasised into these suicidal thoughts
Days spent in agony barely able to walk to talk to maintain a functioning body and mind

On days off i lay in bed in catatonic atrophied with a mind that rapidly deteriorating
The thoughts circulate round my afflicted consciousness death harm wanting to be nothing
Its horrible its fucking awful existing in this purgatory wanting a terminus to my pain drenched existence

My depression is analogous to a cancer promulgating over my body infecting every organ
I’m dying i can see in bloodshot eyes that seem like tombstones bereft of vitality
I’m dying i no longer see any value in staying alive i no longer cherish human company i eschew friends and family
I’m dying with my bones aching walking around with this poisoned body

Its only a few weeks until i will kill myself
I haven’t ascertained how i will die but i have to terminate myself from this cursed realm
I want to be a ghost to evaporate into the vast infinite universe
I hate myself i am worthless i need to die

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