Treacherous emotions living deep within me
Filled with anger, pain with no gain
Yearning for satisfaction, yearning to kill
"Cut your wrists", he said, again and again.
He said his name was Depression and he was my friend,
He said he could help me feel better in the blink of an eye,
He said if i did what he said it will all come to an end,
And i will be without emotions in a place so high.
Mister depression stayed with me at all times
Filled my heart with different thoughts and limes
And then i started to consider his one time advice
Suicide
