A foggy, easily forgotten Friday night
No hope and no redemption in sight​
When depression seems like a good idea
And suicide loses all of its fears
I walk the dark streets alone
It doesn't matter to me where I am going
North or South or East or West
It doesn't matter to me, I've got no feelings left
I feel old before my time
Like a disease has eaten away my mind
It's scary to feel so without feeling so numb
I wonder if it means that my time has come
I have felt depression before, but this is worse
I feel guilty for everything, even my birth
All the pain that my mother went through
To end up with something of such little use
I have had depression before but this is much worse
The way I feel, being alive is a curse