Pain & Depression
Pain runs through me like a overdose of drugs and alcohol
Pain is what makes me scream to the top of my lungs
It causes me to feel out of place everyday
But I can't never get to stop
Pain represents who I am inside
Depression defines me in every way
There are no other emotions but pain itself
The verbal and physical sources of pain breaks
Me to the point that I just fall apart
Happiness is just a unbelievable myth to me
The feeling of depression tears me to shreads
I feel like I don't my self anymore
Living in a world that has nothing for me
Suffering is what I'm all about
When I look at myself I see pain
Staring at me with critizing eyes
Making me feel ugly inside and out
Its taking every hope I have left
And crushing it with its bare hands
This what I see calling myself pain
And I hope you see it too
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