I have a thousand words I want to say,
But no voice to say them.
Because my depression has dug too deep,
And now the sound of silence is something I carry with me.
I want to cry, but I'm struggling to find a reaction to this emptiness I feel.
I barely have thoughts running in my head,
And the only ones that are,
Are the ones that want me to dead.
But no words are said, and no sound is emitted.
I lay here in my bed, with the feeling of death that is committed,
To projecting the images of bliss, and a life where my soul is forgiven,
But what he doesn't know, is that I've tried to die,
But now I am the death that is livin'
Slowly decaying, and always pretendin'
That I'm still alive,
Trying to fight a life that's endin'.
