100%
depression takes up 65% of my life
suicidal ideation and the constant irritation
theres sticky red thats running down the edge of my knife
i have internal condescension and external captivation
anxiety takes up 35% of my life
its like my heads exploding body overloading
pills and pain but nothing works
i find that here and there i am corroding
but then theres 5% percent of hope that i cling to in life
its all the little joys of living
laughing, joking, teasing, loving
playing, lisening and giving
becuse with hope the light is coming.
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