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Apr 2018
They say it's the loneliest number
But how can that be true?
I feel lonely here
And there's 50 other people in the room.
You see there's this monster
and he's got his claws around my head
He doesn't guide me or yell at me
He just tells me I'd be better off dead.
Who would really notice?
Would anyone really care?
Yeah they'd sit around a vigil.
Yeah they'd say a little prayer.
But who would really notice the empty spot
here in the room
When there's 50 other people
and the only one missing is you?
Depression is a *****.
Written by
DancingEntWrites  24/F/WI
     ---, Vivi Greene, Amanda, Ariana and anotherdream
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