Someone took my life from me
My joys and happy memories
Some days I’ll come home and just cry
I don’t even know why
I used to make my life so fair
Now, I don’t even give a care
I just waste my life away
Reading books day by day
To suppress the depression building deep inside of me
I just bottle it up for no one to see
I’m beginning to think all I have is family and friends
The thing is I only bend
Never break
Yet, one small push is all it would take
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"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow