A life controlled by a depression,
Where saddness is your only view,
Your own blank face with no expression,
The realisation that this is you.
A life controlled by emactication,
Where skin and bone is all you need,
The race to death your satiation,
And soon you'll have no blood to bleed.
A life controlled by self destruction,
You wear your pain upon your skin,
A silver blade the prefect seduction,
To release the shame that sleeps within.
A life controlled by his suicide,
Hidden from view by your denial,
Who gave us our own choice to decide,
To dissapear and not stand trial.
A life controlled by your own self hate,
With no tears left inside to cry,
The way you live maps out your fate,
Your on the edge and prepared to die.
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