I suffer with depression,
Its more like an obsession.
Every single day,
Please just take the pain away.
The night seems to vary,
The day is never marry.
For I, I suffer with depression,
My one lovesick obsession.
My canvas is my wrist,
My brush is a razor.
My thoughts seem to twist,
With my body in his blazer.
I,I suffer this condition,
I cut it's my addiction.
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Author:
Rexiena illise purdy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2017 18:29
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Waw*sigh *that was deed and very emotionally strong. I started to cry as i read it over for the sixed time. Waw.
Im glad you liked it
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