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I just miss growing up and seeing the summer come and pass by
With no time left for homework and finger painting
I miss the days we would lay in the grass and say
I dont want to grow up, I dont want to work, I wont have to work
Now we know it was lies, now you know where we are
The sun is shining and where are we
Hiding in salt water under the sea
Working nine to five to see us through the weekends
I miss smoking behing the bike sheds
The summers wasted at top top heat
Laying on our backs and knowing we would never move
Kiss chase and holding hands
Here we are twelve years on soberd in to suicide
Passing out in paradise and waking up in hell
Dont you miss the golden days of school
Friends have come and gone
But here we are all holding hands and not knowing where we are
Here we are, like family, passing out on a strangers floor
Creating stories of our own, for grandchildren like none's gone before
Here we are, sulking in our own missory
Running riot and drowning in place
Our dreams are all that are real
Morning comes and I walk out of my stranger's door
I smell smell's like summers come and gone
Close my eyes and the children are here
Danceing in the summers breeze and picking daisies beautiful as their eyes are pure
In twelve years time they will be standing here openeing their eyes
No more memories of summers come and gone
With no time left for homework and finger painting
I miss the days we would lay in the grass and say
I dont want to grow up, I dont want to work, I wont have to work
Now we know it was lies, now you know where we are
The sun is shining and where are we
Hiding in salt water under the sea
Working nine to five to see us through the weekends
I miss smoking behing the bike sheds
The summers wasted at top top heat
Laying on our backs and knowing we would never move
Kiss chase and holding hands
Here we are twelve years on soberd in to suicide
Passing out in paradise and waking up in hell
Dont you miss the golden days of school
Friends have come and gone
But here we are all holding hands and not knowing where we are
Here we are, like family, passing out on a strangers floor
Creating stories of our own, for grandchildren like none's gone before
Here we are, sulking in our own missory
Running riot and drowning in place
Our dreams are all that are real
Morning comes and I walk out of my stranger's door
I smell smell's like summers come and gone
Close my eyes and the children are here
Danceing in the summers breeze and picking daisies beautiful as their eyes are pure
In twelve years time they will be standing here openeing their eyes
No more memories of summers come and gone
Literature
Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Literature
Depression
Thoughts run through your mind
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
Couldn't understand
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help you out, hel
Literature
Depression is
Depression is an ocean,
unpredictable and unwavering.
Its depths are deep.
Its Highs are shallow.
Depression is the sky,
amazing and determined.
Its depths reach our soul.
Its highs touch the heavens.
Depression is the sun,
Mysterious and huge.
Its depths are unimaginable.
Its Highs wish to swallow the earth.
Depression is...me...is it you?
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