I stare through the glasses I wear,
But it's bleary,
I want to see clearly,
I don't want to see life as a blear,
I want to cry,
I feel the tears stinging my eyes,
The hood I'm wearing soaked with rain,
I run home,
And run,
"Mom" I yell.
No answer,
I'm alone,
All alone,
Blade piercing my skin,
Cutting through the skin,
Blood dripping to the floor,
1 cut,
Now 3 cuts,
Now 8 cuts,
I turn the water on in the bathtub,
It's cold, mildly warm,
I step in fully freezing,
I lay there still,
No breath,
I let the tub fill up and I turn it off,
I slide down into the water,
My lungs filling up with water,
My heart stopping on it's last beat,
My breathing stopped,
My last day has come and the water is no longer clear, it's red,
My blood,
My life,
The End has come and I don't resist the urge to let it take over,
I ended it,
I ended the suffering,
I ended the pain,
I feel more alive then I ever have in my entire life.
I am alive and I want to accept that.
My life has ended but I still feel alive more then I ever did when I was really alive.
Depression you've won.
Depression my mind haunts me like you wanted.
Depression are you happy now?
Depression?
Depression are you there?
Am I alone?
I don't hear you?

Depression.
One word.
Pretty easy to say.
But what you don’t know
Is that it controls my day.
The sun rises as I go to get out of bed
yet depression whispers “You’d be better off dead.”
But I push through those words and I make it to class
when it comes to concentration, depression kicks me in the ***.
So I go to eat lunch, but nothing looks appetizing
depression smiles at me and asks if that’s surprising
Another class, let’s see how this one goes
Will I pass this test? Only depression really knows
Cause last night when I went home and tried to study
depression was surely there, my only buddy
And although I tried to do my absolute best
depression said, “I think we’ll fail this test.”
My teachers look at me in absolute disgust
I try to tell the truth, but depression doesn’t let me trust
So instead I say I’m sick, a cold or maybe the flu
But I’m sick inside my head, and depression proves that true
You can’t expect them to understand the pain and the sorrow
This depression is unique to me, you’d only know if my mind you could borrow
But back to my daily routine, I didn’t mean to digress
sometimes my thoughts start racing, depression never lets me rest
Which leads me to sleep, for some the best part of the night
Dear depression, will you let me sleep? Maybe, I just might
Then I look at the clock and it’s almost four in the morning
Depression, why are you doing this? In my mind it’s nearly storming
For most are in their beds, cuddled up all snug and tight
But depression sowed up early this morning, so I have to be ready to fight
Some have called me strong, but that is not how I feel
for depression clouds my head, and I’m not sure what’s real
And there it is again, the sun has stared to rise
I’ve made it through another day, to depression, that’s a surprise.

Death is the act of becoming.
Death is the act of birthing.
Death is all that is, creation;;;
And destruction.

Death is love.  
Death is hate.
Death is neutrality.
Death is chaos.

Death is order.
Death is truth.
Death is real.

Only death is real.  

Death, death, death.

Only death is real.

Death is life.
Death is gateways.
Death is magick.
Death is G-D.
The Lord is life,
Thus, The Lord is death.  

Death is endlessness.
Death is the spiral.
Death is forever.  
Spiral. Spiral.  Spiral.
Death is deathless.
Death is holy.
Death is Shiva.
Death is Allah
Death is *******.
Death is Om.
Death is Jesus.
Death is Roman Empires fallen.
Death is the earth fallen.
Death is trees fallen.

Only death is real.
Only The Lord is real.
The Lord is death.

Death. Death. Death.
Only death is real.

Life is illusion.
A testing dream for death.
Death is a gateway to Divinity.

Only death is real.