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Depression I am tied by a bond I can not break,
ropes hold my wrists and feet to a flat cold wooden table,
All I can do is look up into the darkness,
At first there is hope,
Someone will surely come for me,
But all that comes is sorrow
I knew no one would come,
I deceived myself with false hope,
The only thing that will come is death,
slow and painful as my body eats itself,
I get thinner and weaker,
the pain is agonizing,
I have given up,
I long for the grim reaper
to come and carry my soul away.
To anywhere but here.
