depression
Depression is so sweet,
Makes me feel no heat,
Or warmth from even my heart,
But that's not even close to the start,
Just sitting back and blinking,
My mind lost in all the thinking,
How I hate my life,
All it would take is a knife,
But then again why put everyone else into pain,
There is nothing in it for me to gain,
Life isn't bad,
No I shouldn't be sad,
But depression doesn't care,
It makes you think of all the bad even though its not fair,
Makes me want to pull out my hair,
But I sit here thinking with my blank stare,
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