Something must be wrong with me
with all this hurt inside,
always bursting with anger,
and never any pride.

Something must be wrong with me
if all I do is cry,
I can’t stop this pain
all I want to do is die.

Something must be wrong with me
if my emotions run wild,
all this confusion does
is make me feel like a lost child.

Something must be wrong with me
with all these terrible things,
always there and never gone
depression is what it brings.

Something must be wrong with me
if I can’t stop these thoughts,
all this pain does
is turn my stomach in knots.

Something is truly wrong with me
when I think there’s only one way out,
“Let this pain end,”
is all my heart will shout.

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