I met Anhedonia
A goddess on a throne
A succubus amidst all unknown
The rest of the good life is history
It started out perfection, bliss, Nirvana
Heavenly, beautiful, dreamy, and perfect for me
Then the greatest aspects of life started misleading me
Leaving me
Betraying me and stabbing, bleeding me
Feeding on me, slowly slaying me
Anhedonia
Why, oh why, did you lie?
How was I so naive?
I believed
To believe is naive
How was I so naive?
Why, oh why, did you lie?
Anhedonia
PTSD—I can’t see the present or the future
Just tragedy in my life replaying persistently, incessantly, constantly, repeatedly, relentlessly, excessively, suicidally
Oh please
Anhedonia
Why did you root this in me
And steal from me the promises you gave to us, to we, to me?
What the hell is happening to me?
Happening to me
Happening to me
Happening to me
To me
To me
To me
Me, me, me
Me, me, me
Me, me, me
Me, me, me
Me, me, me
Me, me, me
Me, me, me
Anhedonia and me
Promises that delivered misery
Succubus took my everything
To my beautiful, perfect ordinary
Which for granted I took
Now I’m in PTSD, miserably, suicidally
Anhedonia
She stole it all from me
That goddess succubus
She stole it all from me
That goddess succubus
She stole it all from me
That goddess succubus
She stole it all from me
Naively I gave it to her willingly
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