deppresion
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it is all numb
no longer feeling
only empty space
my hands shaking
i cant breath
but who cares
it is all numb
coping through prose
i have to stop
being sick of this
it is all numb
no longer feeling
only empty space
my hands shaking
i cant breath
but who cares
it is all numb
coping through prose
i have to stop
being sick of this
Our last dying rose
The thorns that hold the grace but
Love knows no way to survive because
Sometimes I wonder
If others think the way I do.
It’s different in my mind.
Harder to imagine people and lives.
Everyone seems so far away.
She stumbles in the darkness,
in search of the light.
But the sky had been empty for a while,
the stars could not hold on to it.
It is only her,
and the wind,
and the cold wetness on her cheeks.
My day goes by, all a blurry haze.I'm slowly drowning in a cold, dark pool. People pass by, reaching out thier hands.
In between I see it
I don't know why
But I need it
I woke up in a cage
But it's fine
I was born in it
In a lifeless room
I was made from it
Losing touch in the world
Don't we all do?
LostWe lose ourselves with everyday routine.
We hide behind the chaos that surrounds us.
We find love with our paper hearts.
My desires turn to ghost,
The richest love
from deep within
trapped in the catacombs
and left to die
Lives longer,
Shines brighter,
Than these tedious old lies
Meant for nothing more
than to keep you satisfied
Another cut, to distract the pain,
Another pill, just to keep sain
Alive, but dead in a tormenting
Hell
Kowing, you'll never fully get well
Scaring away the few that stood by
I closed my eyes
I walked on through
To the hell that no one knew
They looked at me with angry eyes
They pushed me down to the ground
Slammed my face no one cared
No sympathy they could share
This is my last breath for youthought for youlast time ill ever spill my heart for youI said I'd wait forever but forevers deadI need a new reason to get out of my bedI need you out of my head, for good
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I'm so tired of life
Everything I try
Everything I fight for
All ends up lying on the cold hard floor
I'm so tired of disappointment
Of being disappointed
