It's not across the river,
It's down the creek.
It's not across the road,
It's down the street.
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Bleeding out.
Blood trickles out of my skin.
Like little red tears,
Cried because of depression.
Flowing faster now.
Breathing ragged.
Slitting the other arm..........
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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.
