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
.
.
.
Depression, my best friend
sry this was an old poem its very depressing
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