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I cry myself to sleep to ease the pain

I wake every morning trying not to go insane

At school i try to act normal and it works rather well

But at home nobody can actually tell

I'm in depression, i guess you could say

When i was younger i dreamt of running away

But then as i grew older i came to a realization

You can't run from death...or procrastanation

So once again, I'm here pondering my fate

But sitting here, my death still awaits