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Despair

It hurts the most when I'm alone
The sadness always seems to return
It feels as if I'm on my own
And each falling tear continues to burn

No medicine seems to make
My frowning spirit smile
All my laughter is utterly fake
My tears fall into a pile

Friendly faces dont even help
No matter how hard they try
I want to curl into a ball
And watch the days pass me by

When will this depression end?
If not soon, I'll go insane
Im so sick of playing pretend
And tired of all this pain

Most days I feel so alone
Nobody seems to care
Its like their hearts are made of stone
This weight alone I bare

Ready again for happiness
Ready to be free of this distress
Ready for this all to end
Ready for my heart to mend
Written by BlackCarol
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