Depressions
Walking home, always alone
Nothing changes, cause I’m walking on the same stones
I need a change
What’s it called?
An escape
Music was mine
But it was a lie
I tried to cut, but it only made others hurt so much
So what now?
I was alone in my soundless world
Everything around me started to curl, wind, bend.
Unshaping my reality inside my head.
When am i going to be dead?
They call me vampire, but they don’t know me..
those liars
Dressed in darkness, all the time
I smile in my lifeless body
Why?
Because it’s a mask
My mask
Just wondering waiting for my line to cast
Into the abyss.
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