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Jenna Moulton Nov 2013
All I'm doing is sitting here
trying to get over and face my fear
Over and over the cycling twists
Till you give up and slit your wrists

No one could ever understand me
How's it's impossible to be free
The world is so terrifying
In my head I'm already dying

Just get through one more day
Before anxiety makes me decay
I'm a broken, beaten soul
And it's official, depressions taken its tole
Jenna Moulton Nov 2013
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she cries herself to sleep.
I still love you .
Said the girl, as her heart disintegrates.
I still love you.
Said the girl, who looks oh so weak.
I still love you.
Said the girl, who will always sit and wait.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she began to cut her wrists,
I still love you.
Said the girl, who's sadness can't be missed.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as her tears roles down her cheek.
I still love you.
Said the girl, colour in her face is bleak.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she gained her angel wings.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she met our only king.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she looks down on your face.
I still love you.
Said the girl, every minute, every day, every place.

— The End —