As the day gets shorter, 

my nights get longer.


depression kicks in,

then my fear begin


you will never be able to tell,

I never show any emotions.


i cry on the inside everyday,

you thinking that it's a game but I don't play


boom, bang is how my head feels,

like little monkeys playing with the banana peels.


i will never understand your reason,

there will always be consequences for everything you do


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