Depression, anxiety, pain and anger, Confusing emotions makes my heartbeat faster, Here i am again, carrying heavy feelings, So i go to my room and started squealing, I look at myself in the mirror, But i only see is the worst me, I can't handle this anymore, So i started to cut my wrist, It gives relief, My emotion and pain criss-cross over the brain, This is the only thing that helps me to cope, But it doesn't give me hope, I hate my life, All i want is to die.All Rights Reserved