****.
I'm here again
I always try to run
But depression is an Olympic sprinter
I'm never far enough, never fast enough, never strong enough
It gets me
Every **** time it gets me
Is this life?
Is this really life?
Questions I ask myself while trying to numb myself
Force it all down can't let myself feel anything,
Well, bad anythings.
It's funny cuz I used to hurt myself to feel something
Now I feel everything,
It's not better
It's all the same ****
Everyday,
Every ******* day
And you ask me why I want to leave
But I can't leave you to greave
I wish I could
I don't know if I would
Suicide.
Shouldn't or should?