Hope
A sad story about depression
Out of the darkness of memories
In a place of fear
The ghosts of your past will haunt you
The memories spill out
Like blood from a vicious wound
Your heart beats from the pain of the past
You live the same day over and over again
The grim scene plays over in your mind
Behind your eyes, you see the world in a different light
You feel everyone above you
While you lie beneath
While you imagine death
You are like a skeleton
You are as brittle as straw
You are a bloody corpse decaying
You sit there
Day after day
The only thing you can do is wait, and hope that death comes soon.
In a place of fear
The ghosts of your past will haunt you
The memories spill out
Like blood from a vicious wound
Your heart beats from the pain of the past
You live the same day over and over again
The grim scene plays over in your mind
Behind your eyes, you see the world in a different light
You feel everyone above you
While you lie beneath
While you imagine death
You are like a skeleton
You are as brittle as straw
You are a bloody corpse decaying
You sit there
Day after day
The only thing you can do is wait, and hope that death comes soon.
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