4 Mistakes To Much
Taking my body was the first mistake,
Tearing It apart was the second.
Oh please depression go away,
So I can be free one day.
Slicing and cutting me wildly,
The blood flows out,
As I walk silently,
I'm asking myself what's it all about
Destroying my heart was the third mistake.
Stealing my soul was the fourth.
Oh please depression go away,
So I can be free one day.
You laugh at me.
I'm shattered and broken.
You torture me.
My life meaningless and unspoken.
You can't make mistakes again
For I'm blessed with death.
Oh depression you've gone away,
I also left that very day.
poem by Stephan van Pinksteren
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