State of Depression

A mind full of thought is such a terrible twist,
Death, depression, demons fighting it out with a fist,

Coldness drawing near as my mind comes to a close,
I can smile at death I can even smell it in my nose,

Getting nervous noway I'm ready to see the light,
Come on you dirty demon of hate there will be no fight,

I'm leaving this world full of love and despair,
One thing I can say is I'm glad that my death was fair,

Words of love I think to leave you on this pad,
See you later my child I sure wish you could've called me dad,

An ending to a life and a beginning to a new,
Catch you later you'll see I only died for you!
By: Russell Stoppel

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