Depression Always Leads To Death
She would rather want to die,
than be with you.
Nothing in this house would hold her back,
nothing worth keeping.
Nothing in this town is worth staying for,
nothing to look forward too.
Nothing you ever said meant anything to me,
nothing will change the way I think about you.
Depression may just be a word to you,
but to me its my life,
Depression always leads to death.
Copyright © Samantha-Jane Smith | Year Posted 2012
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