Isn't it ironic
I don't have time to be depressed
I don't have time for the thing that takes all my time from me
And takes my mind from me
So I push it to the side
And I build up the stress
And the exhaustion increases
Til it threats to break
And I tremble
And I shake
And I cry
And I can't breathe
And I don't want to be alive
Until I remember
I don't have time to be depressed
Isn't it ironic...
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
