Taking my body was the first mistake, <br />Tearing It apart was the second. <br />Oh please depression go away, <br />So I can be free one day. <br /> <br />Slicing and cutting me wildly, <br />The blood flows out, <br />As I walk silently, <br />I'm asking myself what's it all about <br /> <br />Destroying my heart was the third mistake. <br />Stealing my soul was the fourth. <br />Oh please depression go away, <br />So I can be free one day. <br /> <br />You laugh at me. <br />I'm shattered and broken. <br />You torture me. <br />My life meaningless and unspoken. <br /> <br />You can't make mistakes again <br />For I'm blessed with death. <br />Oh depression you've gone away, <br />I also left that very day.<br /><br />Stephan van Pinksteren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-mistakes-to-much/
