i feel the cold steel of the blade as i drag it across my skin i drank 5 bottles of gin so i would be able to cut to the bone i know I'm a bad man thats why I'm going to hell this depression was a trip and my suicide is where i landed i can't even look at my right hand its too ****** and scared up people keep telling me to keep my chin up well it fell and now I'm stuck in a well called depression and it turns into most of my aggression i aint trying to give you a bad impression of me or who i am I'm just stating facts and to all these **** that put me down i hope your happy now cause by tomorrow I'm gonna be in the ground i already lost everything that i love what is left for you to take  besides my sanity but thats been gone for years nobody knows how many tears I've shed how many drops of blood I've bled and all i want is some one who cares not some phony doctor that keeps shoving pills my way most people who know me are probably wishing this was my last day on this earth I've wanted to die since birth no one knows my curse and then on top of all the ******* people try to say oh it will get better they say stop standing in the cold it doesn't make you look brave or bold my only reply is I've got frost bite on my heart and now my whole world is falling apart all i want is some one who cares is there anybody out there