mental health nothing sadness depression anxiety suicide lonely help realization darkness heartbroken sad sorrow human
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He stole my soul, Turning my heart of gold into nothing but coal, You'd think I'd miss the old me but truth is she is someone I could never be, She was just a little too weak, My soul is his to keep.
I am not a surviver This is my note that says I failed My death didn't matter and neither have I All I needed was wanting to know "Why" I am no surviver you've told me I'm strong
The nothingness you feel inside The pressure builds You try to hide A poison worse than cyanide Your thoughts are all concealed To hear and feel the misery That stalks our dreams