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to me depression is the living form of death
I can see,but I wish I was blind
Depression has taken over my mind
All I want is death
I wonder why I haven't breathed my last breath
My life can't be understood
In myself I see no good
This is the truth,it is no lie
All I wonder about now is when i'll die
I am sick of being haunted by my past
I don't know how much longer I will last
Everyday I slowly lose the will to live
I have nothing left to give
Living to me is a disease,it's impure
And death would be my cure
To find happiness for me it's to late
I'm done searching now I await my fate
Depression has taken over my mind
All I want is death
I wonder why I haven't breathed my last breath
My life can't be understood
In myself I see no good
This is the truth,it is no lie
All I wonder about now is when i'll die
I am sick of being haunted by my past
I don't know how much longer I will last
Everyday I slowly lose the will to live
I have nothing left to give
Living to me is a disease,it's impure
And death would be my cure
To find happiness for me it's to late
I'm done searching now I await my fate
Published 10th Oct 2010
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10th Oct 2010 4:21pm
If I had not read this from you, It sounds like something that I could have written my sentiments exactly!
