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depression can make u see things in a very different way

Submitted: July 21, 2017

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Gone

 

I cross my heart and jump the rope,

Down I fall a lonely road, make me see the truth in this before I cry a bloody mess,

Creep inside a world unknown;

Mammas shadow, daddy’s dead, pull the thread I’m good as dead,

Before my eyes a haunted tomb,

Crawl within the black stone shadows,

Cry me black stream molten lava, hold onto that thread of life,

Grab my hand and drag me home,

Pick me up and hold me close,

Mammas shadow daddy’s dead pull the trigger, good as dead,

I cross my hear diving down,

Eyes closed, soul open, lift me up into the open,

Fly away heart with wings,

Catch me falling, wind with wings,

Kiss my head and say goodnight,

Kiss my lips to say goodbye,

I cross my heart and hope to die,

Lay me down, death beds brown,

I close my eyes and open my soul, lift me up into the open,

Mamma shadow, daddy is dead, pull the thread I’m good as dead.

 


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