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im standing so close to the edge
looking so far down
i know i wont make the fall.
pull me away from the edge baby
im way too damn close
this air is getting thicker
and ive got nothing to lose but you.
can you grasp the sunset
like i can hold your hand
and can you feel the rhythm
like i can hear your voice
can you see my smile
like i can see your frown
pull me away from the edge baby
im way too damn close
this air is getting thicker
and ive got nothing to lose but you.
feel the wind as
we jump
hear my scream as you hold me closer
hear the crash as we hit rock bottom
im nothing if not with you.
pull me away from the edge baby
im way too damn close
this air is getting thicker
and oh,
ive got nothing to lose but you.
looking so far down
i know i wont make the fall.
pull me away from the edge baby
im way too damn close
this air is getting thicker
and ive got nothing to lose but you.
can you grasp the sunset
like i can hold your hand
and can you feel the rhythm
like i can hear your voice
can you see my smile
like i can see your frown
pull me away from the edge baby
im way too damn close
this air is getting thicker
and ive got nothing to lose but you.
feel the wind as
we jump
hear my scream as you hold me closer
hear the crash as we hit rock bottom
im nothing if not with you.
pull me away from the edge baby
im way too damn close
this air is getting thicker
and oh,
ive got nothing to lose but you.
Literature
Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Literature
Depression
You don't know what's missing
You don't know what you're looking for
You can't find a way out of the grief
This cycle called depression
Your wrists are stained red
Your mind is stained black
Your heart is deteriating
Into the black hole of nothingness
That has formed inside of you
There is nothing that can cure it
There is nothing
That will ever be able to tear the pain out
Nothing will save you
Nothing will love you
Nothing will kill you
And end this eternal pain that you're going through
Nothing will save you
This cycle called depression
Your wrists are stained red
Your mind is stained black
Your heart is deter
Literature
Bullied
This feeling is all I can feel
There so much I know it has to be real
I can hear them laughing when I turn my back
I know it's me their laughing at
So many laugh and it's plain to see
They're not at fault, there's something wrong with me
This anger won't quit
It's for their kind and I know it
They've ruined my life, and one day they'll have to pay
Till then I must lie in wait
While they laugh and tease and alienate
They are not aware of the hate they create
I can feel it growing inside my heart
And I know that hate sets me apart
Some say bullies are misunderstood
And that deep down people are 'good'
But I know it's a lie I kno
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Take the jump, I dont care anymore.
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