The thing that makes me cry
Sometimes I don't know why
I want to sleep all day and never wake
My story is untold in the lies
The sad thing is
Lines on my skin
No one knows happen why
I'm sad this because
Of the lies
The ones I believed
When you said I
Was gone
- sorry if you can't understand what this means:( my thoughts just kind of write there own poems
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PoetryThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me
