Depression Runs Deep, by *Psychopathic Child* Subscribe to rss feed for *Psychopathic Child*

Tonight you lay in your dark silent room
Feeling overwhelmed with uncontrollable doom

Pictures of blood and pain flash in your head
Wishing to God that you were dead

Can't stop the replay of pain that was caused
Your mind won't stop can't hit pause

The scars are proof of the agony inside
But hurting yourself doesn't make the pain subside

Your constantly tormented by the memories in your brain
Trying so hard to keep yourself from going insane

Your mind suffers and its getting harder to stand
Even with all the helping hands

From this pain you no longer can run
Time is useless it helps you none

Tried hard to move on with your life
The only choice now is to reach for that knife 

You know everyone will weep
But your depression just runs too deep

You watch the tainted blood drip on the floor
The heart that use to beat is no more

Now you walk down the underground street
Smiling to the rhythm of your final defeat
Posted: 2016-05-11 04:24:28 UTC

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