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.

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poem by Stephan van Pinksteren
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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