Depression
I'm tired of living
I want to give up.
I'm sick of this pain
I can reach it, its stuck.
How am I supposed to trust
When everyone I know abuse it
I found myself holding my gun to my head
But my fingers won't use it
Drowing in tears
I can't breathe why am I still here,
How come everyone in a better place
But i'm still living in fear
I have nobody to talk to
Not even my own man
Cause to him he think its easy
But like the rest, he don't understand
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