Apathy stabbed me in the gut
Depression rode my back
Despair bound my legs and arms
Desolation, a sneak attack
Sorrow blinded reason
Deprivation, rode me down
Gloom, in every corner
In sadness dying, drowned
Knives and swords, and worse
The bad downside, to the up
Wielding every weapon they can
A half empty, poison cup
It seems so very simple
"Pick yourself up" I was told
"It's all in your head" my boy
then why o why my friend
are life, and people, cold
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
Apathy stabbed me in the gut
Depression rode my back
Despair bound my legs and arms
Desolation, a sneak attack
Sorrow blinded reason
Deprivation, rode me down
Gloom, in every corner
In sadness dying, drowned
Knives and swords, and worse
The bad downside, to the up
Wielding every weapon they can
A half empty, poison cup
It seems so very simple
"Pick yourself up" I was told
"It's all in your head" my boy
then why o why my friend
are life, and people, cold
Not personal, but yeah I get down too, I just ride it out.
I don't want to hear the cliches.
I know what I have to do, I just don't want too do it. :D
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