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With the population of the world

How can so many feel so alone

Cause they live their life with fear and agony

and this thing they call depression which devours from within

Always torturing and tormenting theirever bound soul

can they be helped, can they be freed

No cause their mind is swallowed by defeat

when they do cry out

People point and laugh and walk away

So they turn to a life of darkness and rage

So they cut themselves just to release endorphins

Just so they can sleep at night, but what for

Only to be consumed by the demons that haunt them with in

When they start to cut, are they cutting themselves or are they trying to cut out the demons that are burried down deep

You say they do for attention, but they have no reckolection

You call it self mutilation, I call it trying to save yourself from a force you can never understand

Untill your soul is the one burning and rotting in hell

From all the wicked you've done

As you smiled and hid behind your mask, you fucking hypocrit

Did you not realize when you point a finger you have three pointing back

One finger for each of the demons you possessed Greed, Hate, and Envy

Greed making you want not only the best but but what you saw everyone else had around you leading you to hate everyone while driving you insane

So you fed off the weak of the depressed

But you feld to realize the friends you thought you had

Were only the demons you had in your head!!