Sometimes I fell like I'm drowning...
I feel that pressure on my chest,
And feel the water filling my lungs.
But I seem never to die.
Like I'm living in hell.
I can't even think straight.
I told him, I told him I would be strong.
Strong for him.
And at this point,
He's the only thing,
Keeping me alive.
Those voices, the ones who kill me inside,
They almost got me today.
I was holding a pair of scissors,
Hidin' away in my bathroom, nobody would of heard me.
But I didn't.
I can't do it.
I won't do it.
Because he knew,
He knew what I was about to do.
He was blowing up my phone.
I had layed them on my skin but didn't move them.
Then, I chucked them against the wall.
They broke.
This tells you exactly what depression is doing to me. I can't think straight, let alone be strong. I almost did it. And I can't believe I let it do this to me.
