Everyone has their daily struggles
But with depression it's more than doubled
I rise each day to face the sun
But a part of me just wants to run
To hide away and lock the door
Or **** someone and settle the score
The wounds inflected on me I can not hide
You can see them all plainly on every side
They are apart of me, inside and out
I've been prey to many, and my trophy head they mount
In their memory of victims, I'm another count
They did it slow, they took their time, in no hurry
Then sent me off to the f**king taxidermy
They cleaned me up and stuff in the saw dust
But all you see standing before you, is just my crust.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
Everyone has their daily struggles
But with depression it's more than doubled
I rise each day to face the sun
But a part of me just wants to run
To hide away and lock the door
Or **** someone and settle the score
The wounds inflected on me I can not hide
You can see them all plainly on every side
They are apart of me, inside and out
I've been prey to many, and my trophy head they mount
In their memory of victims, I'm another count
They did it slow, they took their time, in no hurry
Then sent me off to the f**king taxidermy
They cleaned me up and stuff in the saw dust
But all you see standing before you, is just my crust.
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