Each night I grew ever more insane
When I know that I have depression as my bane
Curled up in a ball thinking that there is no hope
The best thing I can do now is to mope
I do no think that I will reach that other side
It seems my only option is to commit suicide
I am begging for someone to come an assist
But I wondered why should I exist
I feel like a bird that clipped its wings
Knowing that I will never do such great things
No matter how hard I fly
I think that I would rather just die
Honestly I felt like that I gave it my all
With so many emotions around here gives an illusion for me to fall
Overall I feel all trapped inside
