Freestyle
As the day gets shorter,
my nights get longer.
depression kicks in,
then my fear begin
you will never be able to tell,
I never show any emotions.
i cry on the inside everyday,
you thinking that it's a game but I don't play
boom, bang is how my head feels,
like little monkeys playing with the banana peels.
i will never understand your reason,
there will always be consequences for everything you do
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