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Depressions Curse
Its a wave of black smoke that just covers me so suddenly, and there it traps me, drowns me I cant breathe, can barely believe that im still alive because all I see now is my empty life im so alone, my heart has no home I withdraw, close my door my friends and family I ignore this depression has its collar round my throat takes me where it wants me to go never knowing when the wave will appear and no matter how hard I try it never clears it controls me, consumes me, and defeated me, im not who I want to be my biggest fear is those thoughts I use to have the pain I use to feel, yet still seems so real to think about what it would be like to end it all, for a rope to take it all away it scares me to think what if the next time I follow through show all the signs, and count my last breath - one, two ive been so close ive held the rope gripping my skin my throat closes in this depression it hunts me like an enemy like a gun pointed at my head, its right in front of me so many things in my life get me down just want to be free, and drop the knife free from the torture and the pain that's inside does anybody care? can they see the tears ive cried
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