I see my depression
face 2 face
the way people look at me
all mad and sad
when i am in my bedroom
the razor in my hand
I look in the mirror
with blood on my hand
depression staring at me
laughing with a gun
tempting me to shoot
my life is a waste.
depression my friend
the way we look at each other
face 2 face, then
there I am dead
depression standing over me
shooting me again
i am gone forever with that image in my head.
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