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My mind is the trigger that depression pulls
Broken, Beaten, and Bruised.
All by my own hands.
Depression has started it’s abuse.

I stood and I stared,
At the punishment I delivered.
I watched and I waited,
Till my lips had quivered.

The room started to spin,
My eyes began to close.
I looked down at my leg,
As my blood dripped to my toes.

“Not enough,”
I heard her growl.
She looked in the mirror and said,
“Go deeper, I wanna hear you howl.”

A prisoner in my own mind,
She took control of the reins.
I writhed inside,
As she held me in chains.

“Tiauna, this is for the best.
Listen to me and you’ll finally get some rest.
I’ll make it better, don’t worry about a thing.”
Wait a minute, did my phone ring?
“It’s no one important, remember they don’t care.
Just relax, smoke this it’ll help you bare.”
I don’t want to, please let me go.
“Tiauna, I can’t do that. I already told you no.
Shhh... just breathe it’ll be over in a minute.
Now put it in your hand.. I change my mind please wai-... shoot.”
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