Distraught, depressed, I'm hurt and angry,
Torn apart with shattered dreams and a broken heart,
As the days break and the mornings bloom,
I see no light only darkness and gloom.
This broken heart I can nurse no more
For it is in pieces, shattered on the floor,
Please god, hear my cry and heed my call,
Show me the way or show me the door,
Ive had enough, I cant take no more.
So this is me, telling you,
Telling you I want to die,
knife to my wrist and gun to my head,
Now you all know I wish I was dead.
As the blade runs up I scream in pain,
Oh my god, I sliced a vein,
Now thats over there's blood on the floor,
I couldn't stop cutting,
So I cut more and more,
I lay on my bed with a blood stained sheet,
Now my death, I'm ready to meet,
Wanting to die makes me glad
Because its far much better than always being sad.
Laying on my bed with an inch of being dead,
I woke up from this dream and started to scream,
I realize now
That was a vision,
That was me,
That was my suicide.
I'm sick and tired of feeling this way,
Ive had enough and as much as I can take,
I'm starting to wonder and beginning to see,
Being depressed just ain't me,
Looking back to those darker days
I open my eyes and finally I see,
Depression nearly killed me.
