Stop
When you don't know what to say, and
all your thoughts are tied up and kept away,
you can't help but to cry and
be what death feels like.
I just people to see
through their own eyes
what its like to see someone the care for and or love
die inside.
Its me the one
the only depression. I am back
and nothing can make me go away.
I just want to be happy and joyful.
I
I want
I want my
I want my life back.
Stop being depressed, and
express what lacks a sort of interest
in that little black dress, that looked like a mess
but no longer, a guess,
can make you confess,
to being the death of my happiness.
Depression I am,
and all who I will be,
there is time,
and much room for me.
No, you can't just leave this place,
stop causing my pain,
I know how to get ride of you,
my personal gain.
I'm happy now, all I can say
I am glad now,
happy all day.
So go, plea, explodes into air,
you leaving and dying,
can't be compared.
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