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The day I stopped being afraid of the dark,
was the day my depression created a spark.
I see no meaning to the world of life,
I can see it and only the knife.
I want to tear myself apart and see the horror on their faces,
I want to leave and change places.
A scale of life ticks in my ear,
I feel like it's quieting down now it's near.
I want to fade away so no one can see me,
then maybe they'll think of the one they left at sea.
I have regrets and I actually pray to go back,
But all i get is the world unfair smack.
I see nothing of my future and it's all forgotten in my past,
But now is the present and I don't know how long it will last.