The day that you realize is the day that I die.
The day you find out, I guarantee you’ll cry.
I feel sad to tell you this, but you must know.
I hate to worry you like this but I am not okay.
Help is needed here, I sure hope to get some.
All you must do is notice, and tell someone.
I am in despair, I am broken, in need to be fixed.
As well as I look happy, I am dead inside.
A depression worsened with time, sadness that isn’t fine.
I need to be healed, I need to be saved.
The almighty please take me away.
Until then I will live my life, for beauty and love.
Rather than depression and sorrow.
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