The confusion running inside me,
Its like a river running wild,
The depression in my veins
Is like a toy with a child.

Annoyance, anger and heartache,
Its like acid through and through.
If I was to kill myself somehow
Would it affect you?

My old ways are returning
Crying myself to sleep
Days and nights go by
And all I do is weep.

The pain it is returning
The old ways are coming back,
I'm seriously considering
Making everything go black.

 
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