Taking what you have left, turning it against you
Till you have nothing left to do.
Ripping you from shred to shred
Drinking the life out of you till you are dead.
Never showing a sign of remorse
Dying not out of willingness but force.
Dancing on the grave, singing and laughing
While the sadness is lasting.
Demons taking my life
Killing slowly with just one knife.
Away, away goes my pain
Knowing that I have been slain.
Plays you like a game.
Making you feel as you are to blame.
Getting a scar along the wrist
Bleeding till you don’t exist.
But I do have such a confession
The name of this is depression.
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