live

I'm sorry my depression is a hyoscyamus,
You and I made promises,
Endless possibilities on what we would do,
Like going to amusement parks and the zoo,
Saying that we would have pink cotton candy and some buttery popcorn too,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry I couldn't live for you,
And I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise to you,
I'm sorry I said that lie,
But I didn't want to answer your question on why,
My pain is a venomous poison.
But I slowly gave in to the voices,
I'm sorry I broke,
But my emotions are leaving me choked
I took many pills and feel myself drift,
As if my life is on shift.
But if I do live,
This would be a 9th time,
That I failed to die.

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