the windows to my soul are getting foggy
you can't tell what i really feel
what's going through my mind,
the pain I feel
the misery and agony i endure every single fucking day
my life feels like it's hell
I don't want to wake up and get out of bed
I feel better when i am asleep resting in my fantasy world where everything
is perfect and everything goes my way
I don't know how much more i can take of this
the man i love is in love with someone else
my depression seems to be uncurable
my illness never gives me a moment's peace
 
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