Severe Depression
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The wind blows, the leaves fall, but time still seems to stop
You close your eyes, and pray to God, that your heart doesn’t pop
You feel the bench below you; you see the grass and trees,
Oh no... I feel it creeping up again, the sad thoughts and troubling memories that haunt my dreams at night. What can I do to help myself?
Little one it is okay,
Little on i am here with you now.
Little one put the knife down,
I am here now.
I know your angry,
Rest In Peace we post because he's gone
Robin Williams one of our own
Suffering from severe depression
Were we blind? The truth is no one ever looked him in the eye
Bent over laughing thinking he's so happy
