Cuts
Deep or shallow
Big or small
It's all the same to us
But yet all so different
For many reasons we do this
But all for the same pain
It hurts; we laugh
As we achieve pure ecstasy
In such tremendous pain
So as we have the time of our lives
In that single short lived moment
That pain becomes just a little less
With each dying laugh
Until we are sucked back
Into the eternal void
We call
Depression
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PoetryJust something I wanted to do in my free time. Thanks for taking a look!
