Midnight Sunset 🧡

Depression's Voice

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When the tears start flowing,
And there is a vicegrip on the heart,
When the storm can be held no more,
And the torture starts,
When you start changing,
As your mind rips apart,
When all you want to do is scream,
And pain can no longer be art,

You don't want to be alone with it anymore,
You don't care about all the old scores,
But why invite new pain on top of the old?
Warm is always fleeting;
Soon their heart will turn cold.