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by Tricksy Apr 15, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I have no inspiration, No motivation, No love, Yet For some reason, Here I stand. In the pouring rain, I look to the heavens above And I ask them, Why Am I still here, Trapped away By all my fears. I'm struggling for each breath, As I hold this burden Over my chest. My heart is heavy, My head, abashed. These walls around me Are made of glass. I pray for you To come break down these walls And take me away. Give me a hand to hold, Someone to make me whole. Give me a reason to live.