Depression
People go into depression
with no way of expression
heartbroken and alone
and you're body feels like stone
dark clouds rushing in
you feel like you can't win
popping pills to suicide
you want it to end, you wanna die
choking throats to cutting wrist
fear and blood in the mist
painful memories tend to stay
you try to excape but there's no way
the sun is gone there's no more light
wishing you would lose your eye sight
with no way of expression
heartbroken and alone
and you're body feels like stone
dark clouds rushing in
you feel like you can't win
popping pills to suicide
you want it to end, you wanna die
choking throats to cutting wrist
fear and blood in the mist
painful memories tend to stay
you try to excape but there's no way
the sun is gone there's no more light
wishing you would lose your eye sight
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