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. . . Depressed . . .
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Self shot state of Depression
the smiles we show in public,
cringes in our loneness,
darkened rooms wherever we go,
still we answer 'fine thank you,
looking straight in the eye,
our eyes drowning,
we'll lend a hand above the surface.
We can't muster up trust,
do we need it? we feel okay,
just sad sometimes... lost most times,
which walls need to fall?
which should we protect as virtue?
we don't have questions,
but one... one we cannot put to words.
just sad sometimes... lost most times,
which walls need to fall?
which should we protect as virtue?
we don't have questions,
but one... one we cannot put to words.
Thank you for passing by... I hope it resonates with you somehow
