It is what brings me down.
I wish it would go away,
and just find another host.
Depression is my downfall.
It makes all my loved ones,
worried and mad.
I'm not sure,
how I got it.
I don't know,
if it will,
ever go away.
When I get depressed,
I don't know what to do.
That is when,
my razor appears,
in my hands.
I start to feel,
a moisture,
running down my arms.
Then on my thighs.
Will this,
living nightmare,
ever end?
I'm scaring myself now.
And there is,
so much I hate.
But mostly,
I'm tired.
Tired of feeling,
the pain and,
the rage inside.
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