Depression
A hero since the start of life
Who can get out all this strife
Save me from myself, this knife
It is dark as a winter night
Like thunder clapping with such might
I am its wings, my life tonight
Depression
A hero since the start of life
Who can get out all this strife
Save me from myself, this knife
It is dark as a winter night
Like thunder clapping with such might
I am its wings, my life tonight
hannahxP commented on Depression
12-26-2010
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12-13-2010
brokenhearted11 commented on Depression
12-13-2010
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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