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Death of Depression
0 ReviewsHow does it feel to be unloved? Hated? To be awkward? To be uneasy? To feel out of place? And that no one understands you?
Death of Depression
It's cold and I slowly froze.
No heat from the sun as it gently rose.
No warmth came from my family's embraces.
No sweetness from the smiles painted on their faces.
It's cold and I will simply freeze.
No laughter, it's awkward, I feel so uneased.
No tenderness from the kisses they gave me.
To be touched by happiness; that'll never be.
It's cold and I will stay frozen.
Joy is sleeping, lone has awoken.
Feeling unloved in this lonesome session
Goodbye! Farewell! And I'll die of depression.
It's cold and I slowly froze.
No heat from the sun as it gently rose.
No warmth came from my family's embraces.
No sweetness from the smiles painted on their faces.
It's cold and I will simply freeze.
No laughter, it's awkward, I feel so uneased.
No tenderness from the kisses they gave me.
To be touched by happiness; that'll never be.
It's cold and I will stay frozen.
Joy is sleeping, lone has awoken.
Feeling unloved in this lonesome session
Goodbye! Farewell! And I'll die of depression.
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