I feel so empty, I sit here and feel my mind rot.
To put it simply, my desire to live goes away and I start to plot.
I'm trapped in my own mind.
I try to stay but this world just isn't kind.
I feel as if I'm already dead.
Every day in the dark I just lay in my bed.
I sit here so silent but my mind is so violent.
I'm not as happy as I seem.
The thoughts eat at my mind and I scream.
I don't mean to always kill the mood
but this sadness doesn't go away as it should.
Pale skin, bags under my eyes.
Time goes so slow and everything inside me dies.
"Cling onto life" so I do with this corpse of a body.
To distract my mind I try to master every hobby.
Good at nothing and I cry.
My emotions start to go away and I sigh.
I remember when depression first greeted me with a smile,
said it was just a passing visit but it's been here for a while.
Drowning in my thoughts and I sink.
My head starts to pound, I don't want to think.
In the middle of life and death, I feel like I'm dancing with the devil.
No more stages of life I'm on the last level.
I cut my arms and the red roses bloom.
I'm setting my soul up for doom.
Losing too much blood and I start to sleep.
Though everything I said, the cuts weren't supposed to be that deep.
And I die knowing I've been dead so so long.
With my last breath, I hum my favorite song
and close my eyes and I forget everything, so long.
