Sheltered in my thoughts of doom
My mind becomes a sealed tomb
To emptiness i am consumed
Yet in all of this i find a tinge of comfort
Hiding behind a mask of jokes and joy
Though i'm still depressions toy
I know i don't deserve no better
So i turn my pain into letters
But let my skin be the paper
Though i've found no eraser
For the damage that i've done
I know i'm not the only one