Depression

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The beast comes to me
When I am alone.
It breaks all my dreams
I can run to none.
My life is nightmare.
I can't find a drug.
All enemies appear,
I WONNA DROWN IN A BROOK!

Ghosts of the past:
They rise up from tombs.
They are made from dust,
I feel cold and lost.
They gonna remind
Of all my mistakes.
I've no tears to cry,
I BURST INTO FLAMES!

I see world in mist,
I hear awful noise.
I hate all my things,
And just lost my voice.
This terrible fight
Between heart and brain
Deprives me the light
BECAUSE OF THE PAIN!

I go outside,
Nobody can save.
This world isn't mine,
I am home again.
Horrorful curse
Falls on my head.
It wounds, it hurts,
I CAN'T BEAR THIS DREAD!