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Depression I didn't mean to not be there,
I wished I had never gone out,
Coming back, crying for hours,
Wanting the blade, to go in and release me.
Why are things complicated?
We came, we hated, we fell in love, we cried,
I cut deep, untrue, bloody and cold,
My face tearstained, my top wet.
I'm so scared, if my parents found out, i'd die!
So cold, hard and immortal, the knife,
Covered in blood, black under the moon,
Pale flesh stained pink, from the blood.
My warm pastel pink flesh torn up,
The freezing, icy silver blade digging deep,
If it was up to you, you'd make me go away,
Telling and pulling towards death, and the end.
Bright red blood splashing everywhere, staining everything,
Is it enough to want to die, than to die?
My world so cold, bleak and lifeless, it's grey,
So cold and unloved, forever sad and angry.
What's on my mind? death, pain, torture and dismal living,
Friends begging me not to kill myself,
Mortal enemies egging me on to rip open and die,
Do I even belong on this planet? on this earth?
Under the stars my naked body in black velvet blood, lifeless.
