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Depression A cry for help
But nothing comes out
Nothing to say
No one listens any way
To be a person's burden
While a soul is hurtin
Too many things on the mind
That fall though this black heart of mine
Bruised from the abuse
Stabbed form the people who turned their backs
Shot right though from the people who have loved and left you
Burring with anger
No one sees it
Under the layers of skin
Try as they might
They won’t see what’s with in
They are sent right out
Because of the resentment
No one will see
what deep with in me
