Depression
You are hopeless
You should be dead
These are the thoughts that run through my head
When it comes
it hits me like a train
So I cut into another vein
It's so hard to feel anything but hate
I can't stand how much it hurts
So I pick up the blade
What is this life?
Why am I here?
It seems all I do is live in fear
Fear of the day when it becomes too much
When I can't take anymore and decide to give up..
You should be dead
These are the thoughts that run through my head
When it comes
it hits me like a train
So I cut into another vein
It's so hard to feel anything but hate
I can't stand how much it hurts
So I pick up the blade
What is this life?
Why am I here?
It seems all I do is live in fear
Fear of the day when it becomes too much
When I can't take anymore and decide to give up..