Life is a prison.
And you're trapped in it.
You've got a life sentence.
So you haven't got much spirit.

You know you're stuck.
And there's no way out.
But for some reason,
You can't sit about.

You try to fix this mess.
This mess of a life.
But you know you can't.
Not even with a knife.

So you look out the bars.
Plea with the guards.
You beg and beg
You play all your cards.

You know it won't work.
They'll never let you go.
But you try and try.
To see the rainbow.

In the middle of the night,
You try to escape.
Through the metal bars.
But it wasn't part of fate.

You're an oldie now,
After years of trying.
You haven't got long to go.
And it leaves you crying.

But life's a prison.
And you've been trapped in it.
You had a life sentence.
And you've served your bit.

Life has no meaning,
When you've already died.
It's just the remains of the body.
But your soul's not inside.

The heart's not pumping.
The brain's not understanding.
You carry on lifelessly.
There's no misunderstanding.

But if there's no meaning,
No motive or inspiration,
How do some continue.
For the full duration.

I've been through it all.
The living, the dying.
But I can't seem to hold on.
So I let go crying.

Depression is a war,
A fight against yourself.
Every word a punch.
Every thought a bullet.

Depression is a thief.
It steals everything from you.
The things left behind,
They trap you in.

Depression is a murderer.
It kills who you used to be.
When you look in the mirror,
You won't see yourself.

Depression is a nightmare.
You go to sleep crying.
You wake up screaming,
Into a world of hell.

Depression is an ocean.
An ocean filled with emotions.
But every day,
Your drowning.

Depression is a bottomless pit.
When you fall into it,
You might never come out.
And no one can help.

Depression is a void.
You're ****** in.
But you don’t know,
If you'll make it out alive.

Depression is a war.
A fight against yourself.
You will struggle.
But you can make it out alive.

Dear me,

It hurt when you stopped caring.
It hurt when you didn't believe.
It hurt even more when you
Didn't embrace being free.

It hurt when you stopped eating.
It hurt when you stopped being happy
It hurt when you stopped the love.
When did you even stop smiling?

It hurt when you stopped responding.
Even more when you didn't even try.
But when you stopped breathing.
That really made me cry.

I guess I'll never really know.
Why you did this…
Why I did this…

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
And so are you.

BUT

The roses have wilted.
And the violets are dead.
There's no sugar left.
And my wrists are stained…

…RED

Your mouth is moving,
But nothing is coming out.
Your silence is deafening.

Sitting here in this cold, dark room.
******* to the ***** black wall.
Chained. My hands and feet are chained.
Locked in this living hell of a room.

I'm forgotten by all the living and existing.

My screams are only heard by me.
My struggles are useless.
I'm trapped.
Left here to suffer.

Left here to die.

In the world of forgotten people.