Interlude of suicidal confusion

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These scar’s we make heal our pain
And stop us going insane

Better to make our blood drip then to spill the lot
Dying happy is fine but living depressed is not

depression is the burden settling in around you like a rain cloud over only your head.
Walking from place to place soaking wet from the storm.
You are cold, you are sick, you are not okay.

Everyone comes with scars,
But you can love them away.
I told you that I wasn't perfect,
You told me the same

Forget the risks
Cut the wrists
Take the fall
If that's what it takes,
just end it all.

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