Here's something else I wrote a few years ago. I just simply called it depression.
Standing in a empty room
Shuddered by her fears
Tired of the life she lives
Holding back the tears
Hurting inside is what she feels
But there's no one to save her
They can't stop what she has already done
They can't bring back what she begun
Two mothers in a year,
A father who she thought loved her dear
A brother who she never sees
A friend who she never speaks
Scenes that play in the back of her mind
Playing that awful day in rewind
Her face is covered by smiles and laughs
Reality is: Everything's a trap.
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