Depression...

by Miri   Dec 9, 2004


This is for all the beautiful souls who think they are not worth it...

Everyday is filled with pain,
an eternal season of rain.
The sun shines but heart so dark,
sadness becomes a hunter, a shark.
Why won't it stop?

The only painkiller seems to be the blade,
so smooth and appeasing covered with red shades.
Tries so hard to hide the scars,
no one has to see the emotional war.
Why won't anyone help?

The desire to jump rises,
and friends don't seem to realize.
Letters announce death,
last chance to take a deep breath.
Will you remember me?

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