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They all said “I want to save you”
And they swore “We want to be there for you”
Then they told her that she pushed them away
That they couldn’t help if they didn’t know
If they didn’t understand
And she said,
"I never wanted you to understand.
I only needed you to listen"
And they swore “We want to be there for you”
Then they told her that she pushed them away
That they couldn’t help if they didn’t know
If they didn’t understand
And she said,
"I never wanted you to understand.
I only needed you to listen"
Literature
Depression
Thoughts run through your mind
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
Couldn't understand
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help you out, hel
Literature
Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Literature
Depression
You don't know what's missing
You don't know what you're looking for
You can't find a way out of the grief
This cycle called depression
Your wrists are stained red
Your mind is stained black
Your heart is deteriating
Into the black hole of nothingness
That has formed inside of you
There is nothing that can cure it
There is nothing
That will ever be able to tear the pain out
Nothing will save you
Nothing will love you
Nothing will kill you
And end this eternal pain that you're going through
Nothing will save you
This cycle called depression
Your wrists are stained red
Your mind is stained black
Your heart is deter
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So..this is the first thing I've submitted in quite a while. And I don't know if I like it yet. But it's something and I'm forcing myself to write.
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its beautiful...