Make This End 

What did I do wrong?

Why are the days so long?

Will I ever win this fight? 

I can’t do anything right.

Give me a bottle of pills.

Death is full of thrills.

Who cares if I’m here?

Loneliness is what I fear.

Gone from sight.

Fear of night.

Silents screams.

Violent dreams. 

Depression my one friend.

Please make this end. 
 

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