Depression flows within me
My thoughts are warped and twisted...

I can't find the words to say
So I'm writing them down here...

So tell me,
What's become of us...

This poem is just to tell you
That I'm really not that mad...

In this picture we can see
A loving, happy, family...

In a world with full of billions people
And a state with millions or less...

They can only blame themselves
For all the things they missed...

You don't love my anymore
And I know you never will...

I used to cut arms away
I used to cry at night...

I'm sick of these sad love poems
that are always about you...

Dark surrounds
Heavy cold...

In a million hellos
And a million good-byes...