Depression…
My body, Pierced with a rusted dagger called “boredom”
My heart, Wrecked into pieces by a fool called “you”
My soul, echoes into nothingness
Synchronizes silently forming a melancholic tune called “despair”
My body wrecked by the dagger, plunges into darkness… Blindingly creepes out in a narrow space called “hope”
Unable too see *grabs for help* Unable too see someone…
Even without help, crawled out of the mud just too see more painfull memories… Too much, Just too much…
How can a mere boy withstand this awful world… without help, without you
Accomplishments… are just feign words to calculate oneself, unable to grab a hold, loosing foothold…
Relationship… loosing my mind, loosing our mind… one cant withstand hurtfull world without thee…
Unending words seepes out of my mind, representation of various non-existing dreams… i would like that and i would like these…
Tried to grab a hold of myself, Grabbing a bloody dagger, Falls into the quicksand… why should i care, why should you care?
Withstand greater emotions, Yet unable to express these…
Yeah i like you… so im sorry… Like a bullet piercing the flesh, once it goes in, it would never be back to the barrell…
My brains hurt, Should i do what must i should do even if i dont like it? Should i choose “it” and substitute it for these?
Im non-irrevelant, Im just a kid… feigning might to supress emotions, how much of these can i withstand? without a dagger, a gun nor a pen to grab hold of…
Killing is much easier when your depressed… Can i kill you? no you cant… Twisted urges runs through my veins… unending urges, supressing thee… CRYING, RUNNING! IM FALLING SOME ONE HELP ME? LET ME OUT OF HERE!? I DID NOT LIKE THESE! WHY DO THESE KIND OF THINGS HAPPEN TO ME!?
a kid shouted… even with much power, a kid can only shout… powerless… such cruelty displayed by world, it is existing… madness…
Grab a hold of a cross… Burned by it… i do not worship these… but does that mean im bad?… yeah your bad, really bad… this is madness…
Worthless strands of time flew by… Worthless strands of me die… i dont want these…
Help me i beg you… raises the hands towards the unending hope… i will not lose a grip tight in this reality
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