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by Denise Aug 26, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
So many hidden tears, kept inside. So many hidden fears, kept from sight. So many people commit suicide. So many people wonder why. So many give up the fight, they would just rather die. Instead of truth, nothing but lies. Nothing left to live for, nothing to do. What’s the point in living, if there’s nothing to gain? What’s the point of waiting, if nothing ever comes my way? I tried to be happy, but there’s only sadness. I tried to laugh, but my heart’s torn apart. Endless tears, endless fears, no reason to live. Nothing left to give.