Depression

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Depression better known as my weakness

The cuts on me are showing all the lies

Depression to feel alone and useless

With beginning my meekness

I wake and my positivity dies

Depression better known as my weakness

My arms are filled with red sweetness

With all my tears that are in my eyes

Depression to feel alone and useless

While I cut so neatless

The tears I do cry

Depression better known as my weakness

When I say I'm ok I'm being facetious

Now my depression is starting to rise

Depression to feel alone and useless

My nights I stay awake, sleepless

My depression is through the skies

Depression better known as my weakness

Depression to feel alone and useless

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 25, 2019 ⏰

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