Constantly in a world of depression
And life doesn't seem to be doing well
It's a different kind of oppression
To feel trapped with no help
Life keeps getting worse
But I know it would be better
When I ride in a hearse
On my way to be six feet under
I keep thinking of those I'd leave behind
I think about their sadness
But if only they could see through my mind
They'd witness my mind's madness
All I want is to be free
Yet life brings nothing but pain to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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