The Depression
Being depressed sucks i sit on my bed crying
thinking I might as well just die sitting on my bed
hearing guys call me ugly worse a witch
out of the blue i felt like getn up for drink
then he comes by and shoves me into a seat
he starts yelling and cussing and saying im
worthless as i sit there in that seat
i wish i was free but when i thought it was over
he comes to kick me. I fell to my kness
pouring blood as i get up i run out of
breath an bleeding from my knees
I then realized they were planing my death
i then came to the conclusion i have
no man on my side.
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