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Depression is the only thing near,
You are the only that I hold dear.
Sitting with the pills and bloodshot eyes,
Just put me out of pain, just let me die.

Sleep is not known,
Insomnia controls all.
But when I do sleep,
All I do is drown and fall.

I sit here and wonder
what tomorrow holds,
I destroy my possessions out of anger,
And my body rots and molds.

Happiness and laughter
lie nowhere near,
in the depths of me,
all you find is fear.

They all plan the day
when I am layed in the ground,
then all will resume,
my soul never to be found.