depression ruined me
as a little girl I was happy so careless and free then depression came and ruined me I can't hide any longer I want to go back to the times where I could be be myself, so careless and free I then found a razor and made my first cut it wasn't deep but I could not stop the days are now longer and my nights, I can't sleep when oh when will somebody rescue me I picked up the blade and made a few slits I watched the blood drip as my life fell to bits could you imagine a world so dark and cruel one where happiness is a crime and death can rule soon I will go scars and all I'll be happy for once I'm just waiting for the call
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