Fallen into depression
has me left
from the words of naysayers
I have no home
to rest my head
and it makes no sense
for me to even be alive
What have I done
to be marked with a target on my back
as each day becomes
a battle for me to fight
All I can do now is continue
to start counting
and just maybe I
shall be erased from
this cruel world....
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