Think twice or not at all
For its a road to death,
A disease with no cure
Depression,
Hold those dear to you
For it will rip them from you,
A cry with no tears
A war with no end,
Whats the point of listening to it
When it's all pain,
It holds no truth
Only Lies,
As it feed me suicidal thoughts
Pain is my desert,
Like a bomb after war
I am nothing but an empty shell.
©willie207
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