not done. so just help out.
a slow black figure hovers around
ominously spewing a deathly sound
hes in the dark recesses of my mind
helping no one, to the world hes never kind
he sits back, relaxes and enjoys the boring show
of a school boys life as he knows
he works to twist me, my perception of life
he holds misanthropy bove my head, like a dangaling knife.
and i constantly fought it and it did me no good
so now i just embrace it, and wear it like a sweaters hood.
Its right above me, pushing me down
i try to laugh it off, like a sad clown
But in the end
Im just a kid being cleshay
no one should take me seriously. let me wallow away.
feel alone in a world i dont understand
therapy isnt helping, a fucking depressed young man
thinking is my enemy. please make it go away.
self medication, makes it ok.
i wont get over it, never be content
'cos the past is the biggest part of the present
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