The Lost


I lay here in bed next to a blade and say
Don't worry these wounds will fade
But it's not over till the grim reaper gets paid
To the dark now I go from nothing I was made
The pain is too much the blood drips like tears
They say don't worry doctors will make cures
But this is truly my main fear
Because if i think about it they got me here
They cured my ADD
or should i say exchanged ADD for depression
It's not a phase
They have razed my emotions broken my heart
And now it stops beating all things fall apart

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