living with depression
Sitting here thinking about the past wondering why it didn't last with tears and Cries and wanting to die I finally understand my life living with depression wishing I can suppress it dreaming of slitting my wrist the blood dripping down my fingers tips my heart beat slow my mind stop racing I feel calm and at ease I just got to believe
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