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The Mind of Depression
Sick of the sadness Tired from the pain I got nothing to lose Yet nothing to gain In a world full of people I feel so alone They say they love me But they don't see what their actions have shown My body is numb I don't feel anything anymore It's like I'm locked in an empty room No key to the door Imprisoned, trapped, no way out of my head Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off dead There is no reason to live I've given everything I had to give I am lost with no direction I told myself I wouldn't let it win But deep down I know it's won What makes me feel this way? Is it Depression? Anxiety? Or just pure self hate? There's no time to fix it; No time to wait I've created my own hell and this is my fate Time ran out a while ago My hands have been grasping my last piece of hope But these hands they're tired, they can't hold on anymore It's time to let go; to declare truce on this war These demons inside of me shout at their victory I will no longer be a part of what is called society I have no choice, for I am powerless to my anxiety An empty, dull, emotionless shell Until I bid farewell to this place I call HELL
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