Georgekenneth Martin Poet Lyric

Many Questions (Depression)

Another day had ended, as she took off her dress
Another night with no-one, feeling depressed
She curled up all alone, on the corner of her bed
Feeling forgotten, her eyes wet and red

Her face soaking wet, her eyes over flowing
As depression sit in, she cried out without knowing
She picked up the silver, striking her wrist
Heartbroken and depressed, as she clenched her fist

Chorus:
She was seeking many questions, through her painful tears
But she got  no response, as her mind showed her fears
She was seeking many questions, as she stared at the knife
And as she popped another pill.......... she took her life

She was found in her blood, one cold Sunday morn
Dried tears on her cheeks, looking tattered and torn
Her sheets covered red, in her blood where she laid
The silver handle in her hand, where she looked up and prayed

Chorus:
She was seeking many questions, through her painful tears
But she got no response, as her mind showed her fears
She was seeking many questions, as she stared at the knife
And as she popped another pill.......... she took her life

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