She was his friend and he thought he was saved
But she left him for dead.
Now all he does is rant and rave
I hear him at night screaming begging her to give back his feeling.
It's hard not to cry at the thought of him believing he could fly only for it to crash and burn he never deserved to hurt.
Only as the blood on his wrist flow does the peace inside him grow.
He screams at the ceiling to take away all his feeling
Only then does he know suicide is his only hope
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Depression Quotes
Poetry*Trigger warning* You don't know why you're exhausted? You're fighting a war inside your head everyday. If that is not exhausted I don't know what it is.
