Depression By Jason Coutts

Oh how I wish I could,

Take this day my life.

And finally be free,

From pain anguish and strife.

I have no will to live,

All's left is want to die.

And from this mortal shell,

Pure spirit is wont to fly.

Darkness rules my soul,

Cast far from the light.

An empty yawning hole,

Filled with the blackest night.

Life isn't worth a shit,

When is slaps you in the face.

Oh to be far away,

In eternal, empty, space...

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