If depression kills
I’ve died a hundred times
In my bed
Staring at the ceiling
In the shower
Each time water hits my skin
Every night
When I can’t sleep
At stop signs
One car should run me over
At my kitchen sink
Nobody will notice
If I left this mess
At parties
Wondering why everyone’s happy
Why am I even here
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 11:36 AM UTC
If depression kills
I’ve died a hundred times
In my bed
Staring at the ceiling
In the shower
Each time water hits my skin
Every night
When I can’t sleep
At stop signs
One car should run me over
At my kitchen sink
Nobody will notice
If I left this mess
At parties
Wondering why everyone’s happy
Why am I even here
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