Depression: A True Story

Too stubborn to realize what I've had before
Just sick of getting hurt, I could take it anymore
I know you mean well, but I'm stuck on my ways
So just count me out and number my days

I've held onto hope for just far too long
I've held onto love when I knew it was wrong
All the time searching for what I knew was right
I'm just sick of all this, I'm giving up the fight

So count me out and number my days
I'm just sick of living my life through this haze
So full of my woes and filled with this sorrow
Don't count on it, you might not see me tomorrow

This angry cloud has loomed for many years
It has brought suffereing, pain and even some tears
No amount of joy can ever hope to help
So with this last time, I cry my final yelp

*whispers silently*
cutting is my one true fate
for a Destiny that cannot wait
so cut me close and beeld me dry
And don't ever ask yourself why

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Not my true story, but I'm sure it's someone's somewhere....