Me, myself and I,
with all the demons in my head

A halo above with glass in my shoes,
dancing sharp steps; I put salt in my wounds
A needle in the eye, sewing my tears shut
I don't want to cry anymore. The depression hits my
chest, my buckled knees touch the floor

Chasing shadows; the eagerly darkness consumes
I'm going nuts from always being *******
I lose track of my tears, crying best in a bathroom

I've made a claim to stain my name
made fun of in creative new ways, but it feels the same

I pray on the weight of my sins
why waste another breath if it gets heavier within
I cut myself under my chin, I cut my lips to extend the grin

I threw my scars on the wall; bouncing back at my face
my mind of rushing thoughts is a game of tag and chase
I hung myself upside down on a willow tree by my waist

Cracked my skull on a rock underneath my despair
And in the end my demons were freed out of my head

                                                   I'm depressed again.