AN: I know I say this every time but this is totally different from what I
usually write, don't know where it came from, inspiration or something, go
figure, guess my muse Thalia isn't feeling very happy today, go figure.

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Grey sky,
Only a crow seen in the rain.
Torrential woes followed by pain.
Yet slowly I become numb.

I don't feel a thing.
There is only the grey sky,
And the crow that dares fly.
But I am gone.

It's not despair.
It's nothing.
Not anger not loathing.
No emotion.

I will not ask why.
I will not cut or bleed.
My sadness will feed,
Your joy.

It's over.
But I am still here.
I know I have nothing to fear.
But still I tremble.

What is this feeling?
I can't speak or sleep.
I have been cut deep,
But it doesn't hurt.

It's just..

I just want to die.

But I can't.

I can't live either.
I am sad.
Like the sun is bright.
To me, there's only night.
Everything is lost in the mist.

It's over.
I am lost in the darkness.
It's called sadness.
Not depression.

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AN: I have no idea where that came from so you'll have to tell me what you
think once again.