There's a stone in my throat
And I fear I may choke
In this hell that you built
I am burdened by guilt

There's a beat in my heart
And I feel it may start
In this hell I've been placed
That I don't wish to face

There's a note in my hand
And you may understand
Why I don't belong here
And chose to disappear

There's a blade at my wrists
And I fear it persists
To beckon my soul home
But I would be alone

There's a voice at my door
And I sob on the floor
As the blade falls away
She whispers it's okay

There's a hero weeping
And she's the one keeping
Me reaching for heaven
As we fight depression