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Depression Poem

I don't shed tears anymore,

You'll never see me cry.

My wrists do it for me,

With blood running from their eyes.

The water's stained red,

I wonder if it's all in my head,

And now I want to say sorry.

For who I've became me,

For who I have hurt,

And even being here.

You'll never see me cry,

My wrists do it for me,

With blood running from their eyes.