I stand alone bleeding inside and a sense of peace is what I'm needing inside.
Falling to my knees I scream my despair in rhymes like these.
A genious like I.Q. since I was born has been nothing but a painful piercing thorn.
My mind is an anchor that doesn't sit still and leaves an emptiness I need to fill.
I stand alone bleeding inside and breaking these chains is what I'm needing inside.
Depression shows me my reflection and points me into its painful direction.
I can try to fight but my lack of motivation kills my might.
My thoughts constantly race and depression smiles at me while keeping pace.
I stand alone bleeding inside while my depression continues its feeding inside.
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