Depression's tools...

by Miri   Feb 21, 2005


Dream away what lies ahead
and fake this inhuman pain.
Sorrow will take you under its cape
and whisper gently in your ear.
Truth will flow down your face,
sadness is your only secret.
Heart filled with a thousand stones,
not long and it will give up its run.
Death is what ends all suffering,
do not be afraid the end is near.

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