Depression

A mind that finds the time to chime the rhymes of destruction. In hurry to worry it bury the brain in depression. It assert what hurt to flirt the alert to cause distraction. So to cost what lost the most almost for this construction. Of stress that press the mess it obsess in addition. to damage it ravage and wage a rage of disposition. that cause a pause in laws that was healing my addiction. To a temper I pamper that whisper the lisper of my moody tension. So I keep a leap through deep delved creep felt intention. And it rewind and grind to bind the mind in restriction. Of the thoughts it sought then caught to not to mention. Whether to free the spree for me to re do the instruction Or hide inside my side with suicide is the question.