Depression
It still lingers in me,
How can this sadness be?
The voices telling me what I can and can not be.
Feeling hopeless, every hour.
Like a never blooming flower.
What is the point of life?
The only resort is the sharp edge of a knife.
I will shut up and walk threw the pain.
Just knowing, I will never be sane.
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