The Angst of Depression

DO YOU SEE ME SUFFER?

I’m not your damn toy

just stop trying to act tougher

I’m losing my mind over you boy

Do you see me calling out for help?

I’m trying to survive

Just thinking about yourself

I’m not sure if I want to be alive

Do you want me to stick around?

I’m getting weaker by the minute

Just fell on the ground

I’m freeing my spirit

Do you love me?

I’m growing cold

Just not quite yet free

I’m about to do the untold

 

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