See the stars,
Beautiful beyond measures.
Yet nothing holds your mind,
For you're too far gone.
You're broken,
A broken doll.
A broken soul.
Like wet wood,
Reigniting that fire,
Is futile.
Art, you are.
Yet the dark side beckons to you,
Like a lost soul,
You search for solace.
It's endless,
An endless loop.
And endless journey,
Of depression and darkness,
The light is just a past memory.
I know when you died,
When you overdosed on your fears,
When darkness claimed you,
When you stopped believing.
Salvation, a vague concept.
You're dead,
Drowning more in depression,
You're alone,
Alone in your head.
Wish it was easier,
Wish I could help you.
But how do I,
When I can't even help me?
I rejected help,
Rejected everything.
My mind broke.
My soul followed.
I can't help,
I need help myself.
When would this end?
When?
I'm tired of the tears,
The dark days.
Please free me from this.
I beg of you.
Please.
I'm tired, my soul is..
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