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more depression
I feel like I’m drowning, but there is no water surrounding
A thud in my chest, sounds more like a pounding
Being the best, is not easy to be
But what else is not easy to be? , that’d be me
Pointless emotions, some like love and pain
What is the gain, in feeling this way?
Hours spent, in a restless sleep
I keep track of the time, hoping to finish this useless rhyme
When grey seems black, and dark seems darker
I mark my skin, with a blade that runs red
Fear and dread, they run through my head
I find myself wishing, if only I was dead
