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Slave Of Depression
A look in the past,
I read my words,
It makes me cry,
To see how much I hurt,
It's not that bad,
But it's getting worse,
I don't want to go back there,
God damn it, it hurts!
I'm afraid of my saddness,
I know it will destroy me,
I survived last time,
But this time it will kill me,
How do I know that I will survive,
When my mind is striving to find death?
I promised I would run and not look back,
But I am running in the direction of my past.
Why do I do this to myself?
I can never learn,
How much I went through,
It makes me want to burn!
I can stop this,
I can end this now,
But the only way I can think of,
Is by hurting myself.
And I am running in the direction that should be facing my back,
Satan is laughing at me as I fall in his grasp,
All I can do is bow down to him,
I feel so helpless,
No one cares,
Not even a soul to pretend,
Even though I really want to die,
My heart is telling me to stay alone and cry.
Chelle you're not a slave and you're not falling in anyone's grasp except mine cuz i have ur hand... you just feel sad and are blowing out of proportion and sometimes i blow it out of proportion too... but all you need to do is hang out w/ me bec or any of ur friends to realize ur not all that sad... u just dont like certain things about ur past... yea u dont like ur family and yea ur dad is mean and yes u had relationship problems but hey who doesn't if u dont it aint a relationship its just an image...u said it urself yea things go bad but when u focus on the good in ur life things look alot better... just step back and take inventory of ur life and look at wut u got... and realize how great these things r... I love you Michelle...
WIth All My Heart,
Manny Rivera