Depressed~
Why do I feel this?
I don't think I can handle this anymore,
please close the door,
because I can hear the devil's roar.
Help me, this is a battle against me.
Every thought is a bullet,
every movement is a punch,
every word is a stab in my heart,
they are smart.
They can play with me,
and I can't help
but to listen to what they are saying.
They keep staying in my mind,
keep laying in my side,
the room is too wide,
but there's no place to hide.
And all I can do is cry.
How can I end this?
There's no light,
no escape,
and there's no hope.
You either win or
you die trying.
And i'm afraid to say that,
I'm losing.
