After I've lost it all

will the rain continue to fall

when every tear has been spilled

will anyone care that i lived

Trying

Crying

Breathing

Bleeding

After I've worked so hard

to be like you, not matted

But here in the end

It's only my will that bends

Tearing

Snapping

Fading

Breaking

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.

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Depression, my best friend

sry this was an old poem its very depressing