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I'm sick of being fooled by this manipulative feeling

thinking I am happy when really my sadness is stealing

I wander in my room and sit on my bed and think about how

I keep thinking that happiness has come but look where I am now

hyperness is a phase but the tears I cry are not and never ever will be

depression watches over my soul like an angel with no wings hovering over me

numbing blood drowning my skin overflowing and my blood cells can't swim anymore

I tried to throw a lifesavor but the blood was reaching out to me through each pore

I was devoured by the pain that wrapped me in it's arms and never let me go

my body asks me what is happening to me and all I can answer is I don't know

sucking the breath out of me then bringing me back to life only to kill me again

my brain grazes in my head bouncing around waiting for this interminable cycle to end

I want to die if I throw the penny in the wishing well will it come true

cause now I have been invaded by mental suffering and I don't know what to do

screaming is fake but the pain is real but I can't bring the pain to life when I cry

so the pain is tatooed and can't be removed my emotions are in a coma and I want to die