Drepession; sour times for lower measures

Hold me till i’m sane, forsake my body, block out the pain?
Free me from myself and all my troubled ways. 
Save me from the darkness and the ones that beg me to stay.
Myself, is my greatest threat. For no one will see, how hopeless I can be 
When i’m dining with misery. 
How weak I can be when the blade is my company? 
The trigger is a blessing but not your best bet. 
So why am I stuck here with these thoughts in my head. 
Maybe some things are better left to the dead


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