Depression

I once knew this girl
She was so happy
Until everything changed
And she didn't like it very much.

Her best friend moved away
But she still had one left
Then she went to junior high
And met more

They stand by her
But one still lives far away
And one is still here, but never around
And the other, closer then ever.

They have the same pain and hurt
But the other found happiness
But the other never did
And she knew she couldn't.

Her boyfriend broke up with her
And she fell apart
She knew she would never be the same again.
so she gave up on life and changed for the worse.

She thought no one cared
And that everybody wanted her dead
So she grabbed the pills and the gun
And all the knives she could find.

she couldn't take it anymore
And all the pain she went through
kept piling on her
Worse everyday.

So she choose one:
Pills
Gun or
Knife?

She couldn't decide at first
But then she knew
That the knife was the best
Because it's slow and more painful.

She ended her life right then
And all her friends,
Asked themselves "why did she do it?"
Her best friend knew so they told.

"Depression"

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