DepressionDepression is what I yearn
From the past I can never learn
It’s the peace I crave
From this earthly grave
Shall never be
Will never come to me
Shall I cry?
Or will I die
Ill cross that boundary
When I’m angry
Cut a hole in your boat
Or slice your throat
Bleeding are my wounds
Listening to deadly tunes
Never shall I gain
Never ending blood and pain
darkangel-shadow Community Member 
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