Depression
I'm suffering from depression.
that only I can see.
I've tried to feel alive more than once.
But this daydream will never be.
I know death is eternal.
A decision I'm willing to take.
I've lived this life long enough.
And made my choice to make.
Whether it be with a knife.
A gun or a few pills.
I know ill be gone forever.
As my body lays there still.
Mom would be to busy to stop me.
Dad wouldn't even try.
But even the words I love you.
Wouldn't stop my choice to die.
As for all my friends.
Tell them they never cared.
And now ill get my revenge.
By giving them the pain I've shared
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