Gonna Be Okay

For awhile I've been down

I hadn't smilied, always a frown

I had been depressed

My life's a mess, super stressed

Used to slit my wrists

But now I'm balling up my fists

I'm tired of being depression's toy

And now I know what it is to have joy

I am proud to be me, pretty, smart, and gay

And now I know, I'm going to be okay

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