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Depression
The sadness overwhelms me,
Enough to make me want to die.
But this is normal for me,
As I lay there and cry.
My life is thin,
Where will I go?
Does anyone even want me here?
I don't know, I'm just feeling so low.
Alcohol,
I'm drinking bottled love.
"I can't do this anymore",
As I tell God from above.
Drugs,
Feeling like it's okay,
I'm so sorry for doing this,
Even as you tell me to stay.
I cover my face as I cry,
Trying to shelter myself,
Because you said "Goodbye".
600 flowers above my head,
As I lay there simply feeling so dead.
Crying my face off again and again.
Silent sound of loneliness,
As I listen to "them".
I sing myself a song,
In an empty room,
Feeling so lost,
Is this what it cost?
Feeling regret everyday,
I don't have a home,
Truly no where to stay.
Broken world of mine.
This is reality.
Hand on the gun,
The voices said "Hurry up, it's fun"
I said "I'm sorry."
As I sip on stolen rum.
Stolen rum
I can seriously relate to this, though I have never had gun. There was a time in my life that I was abusing xanax and research chemicals, and even started stealing cheap small bottles of vodka or single bottles of beer from a walk-in cooler while I had nothing to eat. I have been there, saying "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Yeah
That's depression - slc