My mother prays that my depression will end
She prays that I’m happy always
She prays that I live a long life
She prays that I find genuine love
She prays that I accomplish all that I want to
She prays that my beauty never fades
She prays that I am the child she dreamed to have
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The body has a mind of its own
When it goes down memory lane, there’s no stop button
This has become an addiction
The depression, The drowsy insomnia
Keeping me on the edge
What if I wake and realize that it’s not a dream
What if the filth comes back?
What if? What if?
What if I die just to re-live the situation?
I wish you dead
I wish me dead
I want this to end
“My name is legion, for we are many”
Shut the fuck up!