Handing The Noose
What do you do, when the one who swore to help you is the one who's handed you the noose?
Why did you say you'd save me, its not something you had to do?
Getting my hopes up, yet you're not the one left alone, trying to forget you.
You're not the one left by the roadside, the one who feels that pain.
The one who's left alone, only to cut all their life away.
You're life will carry on, it won't stop spinning without me.
So really, can't you see?
You've done us both a favour by finally destroying me.
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To Be Depressed
Non-Fiction"If you think about being happy, you'll be happy." "Don't be so pessimistic!" "Everyone else can get through it, why can't you?" "Attention seeker!" You trying feeling like this then, if it's so easy... This is just my views on depression, a "taboo"...
