Things of this world

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She did it again
She cut her self to bleed

Because she feels like she's trapped inside the sea.
Depression, anxiety are just things of this world.
We're are trapped inside with no where to hide

The monsters and demons they tortured our mind.
We WAIT for someone to be there
For us not to be left behind

Because we WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.
We say "don't leave me. "

We ask "where you going?"
And ask " why you leavin?"

Because I can't lose
Girl I need you

We don't have conversations
We turn to the medication

I asked are you happy?

The cuts so deep.
All you want to do is fall asleep
Now the blood it starts to leak
Pouring out into the sink

This is a desperate kind of love
And it fills like it's home
And it sinks into the bone
That baby your not alone.

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