Milky ~ A Poem of Depression
My razorblade slips across my milky skin,
I can't believe I am feeling this way again.
I have a strong source of joy in my life,
I can't believe I am feeling this way again.
I have a strong source of joy in my life,
Yet I am forced to endure so much strife.
I found an anchor, I found a friend
You know she's kept me from the end.
I know exactly where I'd be,
If she hadn't befriended me.
If she hadn't befriended me.
It's crazy to think that it can all
be taken away with just a fall,
into that deep, controlling pit
into that deep, controlling pit
and now, there's no escaping it.
What will you do after I've gone?
Will you be one who moves along?
Will you let me die in vain,
Or will you help ease another's pain?
Will you be one who moves along?
Will you let me die in vain,
Or will you help ease another's pain?
There is no way to escape it,
that overwhelming, midnight pit.
So as it dances in the bloody rain
And stains my ugly milky skin
So as it dances in the bloody rain
And stains my ugly milky skin
Please don't let this be in vain.
Please don't talk down on me again.
Please don't talk down on me again.
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