I haven't a heart inside,
the light in my eyes fades away,
I've become hollow...
and soon I'll decay.
My shell caves in,
like a pumpkin of rot.
To gone to turn back,
rather I want to or not.
The time is now,
and it lingers on.
Tears flow mournfully,
of depression's song.
Its a silent disease,
that eats at my happiness...
only to mutate,
it causes sadness.
A silent disease,
for thers no one to tell.
ju8st for a smile,
your soul,
you'd sell.
To wake,
breath in,
and tell yourself your well...
to know it was true,
and to not feel it swell.
Depression rises,
and it'll consume you.
Feel the pain that causes your tears,
and hope you don't drown in it too.
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