Depression by The Morbid Pixie

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Depression

Depression is the darkest hatred
one could have
Its the black inside our heart and soul
With love they do not have

You think the world will end
Going black and white
People run away from you
at the nearest sight

Why live?
you ask yourself
What's there to live for
Forget about my health

Its the sound of a thousand screams
Tortured and punished inside
Darker and darker it grows each day
so much you cannot hide

You cant think
All you do is cry
Anger and pain inside of you
makes you want to die

you hate the person
you have become
please just kill me
I cannot run

The Morbid Pixie

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Tia Maria (7/7/2008 2:50:00 PM)
very raw emotions many must feel or remember when reading this well constructed description of self destruction.... I feel a poem coming on..... ;)


The Morbid Pixie (35 A.D. (as if...) / I live.... Somewere)