Depression

But who can see depression? Who knows when it's there.
And when you're left alone thinking, what's in its despair?
If the pain and the torment rely on your hate, then the corruption you feel wasn't based off of fate.
When your mind has gone crazy and the madness sets in, whose to say what you feel is your imagination?
When the voices scream louder, and you're falling apart- when the memories break down and leave holes in your heart,
When you can no longer breath, and your legs are giving out, and the sadness you feel is just starting to sprout.
When your SOUL is left empty, and there's nails in your skin
When there's no blood left, and your strength's giving in
When the DARKNESS is revealed and your love has run out
Then maybe
That's when you'll know what DEPRESSION's about

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