Depression

Spending the days at home, sad, crying, just wishing

Wishing you weren't alone, wishing that they would listen

Trying to escape your mind, but your mind is your prison

To all the good, you're blind yet suicide is the vision

The sunny days are dull, each day is a repetition

Losing all of your goals, but suicide is the vision

Don't wanna ask for help, pain hurts yet you're going numb

Take a knife to yourself, just so you can feel some

Thing that just feels real, something to wake you up

Kick you back into gear, when you're about to give up

Dying is still a fear, but damn it's not enough