Living on,
living this sad life,
living each day against the dice.
My life is filled with depression,
I can see so much oppression.
I want to commit suicide,
in heaven I want my sadness to hide.
Why I want to do this,
I can't find a good reason you know,
but, it's also the fantasy of walking on flowers
and watching the old ones die and new ones grow.
PS- This is not about me and someone with this level of depression should get help or see a counselor.
(Picture from the net
http://76.img.v4.skyrock.net/768/miissmauriine/pics/1306811422.jpg)
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