If my blade would cut my skin
As deep as your words do
Maybe then
I could be dead by now
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Depression
PoetryDe•pres•sion /dèpreSH(e)n/ 1. The feeling of serve despondency and dejection "I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." - CREDITS TO THE OWNER WHO WROTE SOME OF THESE--Will state the ones that are MINE. Don't fight me over this.
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If my blade would cut my skin
As deep as your words do
Maybe then
I could be dead by now
