wrung-out from unemployment blues by blood girl

there is very little left of me
im wrung out like a rag
and like a raggedy doll
i keep flopping down onto my bed
i have less and less to give
and more and more keeps piling up
i have lost a lot of friends
and its beginning to look like its my fault

where do depression stop and i start?
or are we one and the same?
why should i strive for something better
if that part never changes?

every shrink i've seen this past year
has agreed on the same thing
its not just a depression
when I’ve been like this for 8 years

core stock full of sadness, not a smidge of progress
not even a little bit to even out the odds
my neighbours always noisy
helps to drown out thoughts
(unintelligeble)

i want to die i wanna die
i wish i was dead
i dont wanna be alive
i want to die i want to die
i want to die
i dont want to be alive

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