Depression sure is dangerous.
Alone, the stronger it gets
Lies in the mind they kept twisting
Like Wolves in sheep's clothing
When will this end?
Through a smile or through a shut
Through a rose or through its torn
Through a soul or through a ghost
Through a fork or through a knife
Water runs deeper in seas
While blood runs deeper in cuts.
Unseen.untouched.unhanged.
All from the pain of tomorrow
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
Depression sure is dangerous.
Alone, the stronger it gets
Lies in the mind they kept twisting
Like Wolves in sheep's clothing
When will this end?
Through a smile or through a shut
Through a rose or through its torn
Through a soul or through a ghost
Through a fork or through a knife
Water runs deeper in seas
While blood runs deeper in cuts.
Unseen.untouched.unhanged.
All from the pain of tomorrow
Not me.
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