Why am I always depressed?
Why cant you cure my heart,
and releive me of all my stress?
Nothing goes right,
and this is why I write...
to escape the demons breathing on me,
to escape my tragedy.
I wouldnt mind if...
I died today!
No one would care anyway!
Next time you look at the newspaper,
and read that I lie to die...
Will you cry?
 
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