I Am Depression's Greatest Achievment

Depression loves me because I slave for it,

Dragging deep red lines into my wrist for it,

I shed blood in the name of Manic Depression.

I love the monster that I am,

I will scare away the few that dare to care.

They are stopping me from losing the ability to give a damn,

Drugs stop the pain,

Pain doesn't have to hurt,

But love always destroys.

Self destruct.

I am Ms. Self Destruct.

The End

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