I want to write, but words are so far away. While my thoughts are overflowing, taking control of me. You don't know my happiness because its not even there. I'm alone, no one seems to care. If you cut me open all you'd see is black, the traits of depression. Color's what it seems to lack. I get sad for no damn reason and I hate who I am. An escape it what I need, to ease this pain. If you have nothing to lose, you have nothing to gain. Being nothing, feeling nothing's better than this. My state of mind at peace is worth more than to exist.
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