I'm in the middle of a crowded room
Screaming at the top of my lungs
And no one can hear a sound
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I'm nowhere near water
But I'm drowning with no escape
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I could swallow the pills
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Or use the noose
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Or jump off the bridge
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Or pull the trigger
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The saddest part is.....
Nobody would even notice I was gone.
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True Depression
PoetryA collection of my poetry, Quotes, and other things. Depression is not a cry for attention. Suicide is not a cowards escape.