Dying Boy

You don't need my confession

To know that I'm struggling with depression

it follows me everywhere I go

and I wish it wouldn't show

I can bury my face in other things

but I still breathe in the negativity it brings

Just as it is to run, things can get so tough

because life just doesn't provide enough

I can mask myself with cheer and joy

but never forget there's still a sadness in this dying boy

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