Depression you hear is deep in my gut I feel it I know it ain’t clear The message is rough Dismiss it my life is turmoil Crashing and burning all around me Think I’m about to fly I hug the ground A different kind of landing
Tell my mama that I’m sorry Tell my brother I was too week Tell my little sister she’s a queen and never ever do this Walk in the footsteps of our forefathers I’m a bad imitation About to finish of my sermon Place it under my phone, passwords deactivated Because I want someone to know I want someone to care I went everyone to learn 4 tick to midnight, I hear it ring last chance maybe god still loves me Maybe someone remembered my name Maybe someone is reaching out to me Stop, hold on. I pick up...
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Depression is not easy Depression is not a choose Depression is real Suicide is real
Sometimes we don’t pay enough attention to those we claim to care about; we see them everyday with smiles of gold and never going benith the surface why: We are scare of what we will find We don’t want to be the one to burden a discovery We don’t want to be accountable
1 minuet if all it takes to call, send a text get involved. Be accountable for those you love...