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Through the depths of depression
with blood shot eyes, taken all the pills to make the day go by. No happiness or laughter lie here in the depth of me, nothing but a black soul lies within. The nights are so long Sleep is an unknown thing. Sitting on the floor I watch the blood run. Scared by what morning will bring I cry all night long. I feel myself start to fall asleep I know soon I will be gone. They'll find me in the morning and wont understand why. They thought everything was good But they only saw my outside. They're planning the day when they'll lay me in the ground, nothing will be the same as if I were around. I regret the things that I've done, now that it cant be taken back If I were there I know now I could fix it all. It's unforgivable, When its through. I know that where I was wasn’t suppose to be the end.
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