The Heart Of Depression

Depression swallows you in whole

In a sea of blood

Throwing all the weight on your chest

Struggling with every stuttered breath

Your body shuts down controlling only emotion

Everything is living a nightmare

Only dream of good luck

Wheezing lungs stick pins through hearts

To hear the broken be shattered

And the only beat

Will be the blood dripping from your heart of broken memory

Maybe will become never

Never will become always

Maybe I’ll die

Never have I tried suicide

I’ve always died

I’ve died all ways

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