Depression
Sitting in a corner ,
All alone,
On my own,
Tryna get myself together,
But dam this depression doesnt get better.
I break down an cry,
Half of the time,
What to do with this life of mine,
Am only thinking suicide.
Somebody help me,
How could it be ,
This feeling is eating me alive.
Thinking how far ill go,
Looking at the scars,
Cause i really dont know.
Cuts upon my risk,
Asking myself why i do this,
But then again,
Its a reliever to the pain.
The more i bleed,
The better it seem ,
Its hard to explain,
The feeling is strange.
The deeper i go,
Better the feeling u already know,
Cold as ice,
Am about to take my life.
Tryna tell myself its enough,
But no i cant stop,
Cuts after cuts,
Deeper and deeper they go.
Yes this depression gets the best of me,
Do you know what its like
To feel this way ,
Everyday of your life,
every second every minute every hour of your time.
Ah got so many thoughts rushing through my head,
Listening to the critisisum loud and clear,
Its like a record playing over and over,
Stuck on rewine its playing again and again.
Am going crazy,
Somebody please help me ,
Ah wanna be set free,
From the thoughts that reside in me.
Copyright © Cynthia Valentine | Year Posted 2018
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