brain full of depression.
Dreamers life.
When we were young
We dance we sing we smoke
We do anything we want
There is no limit for us
All we need is freedom
Depression is what we scared
School is what we scared
Parent is what we need
Friends is what we need
But
What if you were invisible to them ?
Who gonna help you?
Stand up from this pool of sadness
Who gonna wake you up from the depression?
Who gonna beside you ?
Just yourself.
Everything you do are useless
Your works mean nothing
You just a human
Who stand by the margin of this freaking world.
Got a bad mark ?
You sad
Got detention ?
Sad again
Betrayed ?
Still sad
Family shitty stuff ??
More sad
Its lead to the thing call
MISERABLE
DEPRESSION
SADNESS
Trash / weak / crazy
That what they call you
Close your eyes
And
Relief.
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