Depression is running through my head
Why am I alive, I should be dead
These thoughts, they cope inside of me
I'd much rather just set them free

These scars I've made
These cuts with my blade
I can't stop now, it's been forbade

I'm so close, near death now
The sorrow, the sadness, I'll soon drown
Anxiety, insomnia, the list goes on
I can't continue, this feels wrong

My life will end, I can see the light
It's finally over, no need to fight
The angels are waiting
My inner demons are dead

The depression is no longer running through my head

Roses are red
My blood is too
It's all over the floor and you never knew
My body is cold and lifeless indeed

My wrists they still continue to bleed