Depression is like drowning
Feeling like you can't get out
Caged like an animal
Because of what someone did to you
I say "It's not your fault"
But I know the truth
It is my fault
I got myself in this mess
Life is hopeless
But you can try to get out
Even when you hit the sand at the bottom of the Mariana Trench
There is still time to redeem myself
Before I die
Cutting
Scraping
Death
Can't escape this feeling
Now I lie in bed
With a knife to my head
To end my suffering