THE MIND OF THE DEPRESS
Only if I were a special person, I'd have love that would heal my heart.
I'm just a loner walking through life, and I'm falling apart.
Settling down, looking at everybody live,
I'm all by myself trying to get healed.
Mental state is going astray, leaving me crazy.
Being alone with no one to talk to while my body is aching.
You want to cry, but the physical makes the tears block.
You just keep thinking to yourself, when will this stop?
Medication fluctuates with your inner thoughts.
Suicide is not the answer, but it's riding the clock.
I'm trying not to quit, but life is getting so hard,
Pain eating me up from the outside, and it's being absorbed.
I promise I won't give up, but this is some next-level stuff.
Keep me in your prayers because I'm trying to be tough.
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