Depression again.

"Son, do you know i still love you?"

Really?

Tell me then:

The pain and the sorrow,
The repetition of that times;
The unstopping condemnation,
And the fact of no one to trust.

Beaten, forced, hurt and then taken advantaged of,
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere;
No more acceptance, no more,
No more dignity.

No place to show a face,
No confidence to show the world;
No more purity, no more,
No more hope.

I miss thee presence,
I miss the time when i was more innocent;
I miss the time when i didn't struggle,
I miss the time when i was free

But here i am,
Asking what did i ever do to deserve this,
Asking what would ever make me forget,
This pain.




-i'm bleeding. Bleeding my love out.-

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