Depression: Letting Them Win

Mad Rap

A broken mirror
A bleeding fist
A silver blade against my wrist
Tears slip down to my lips unkissed
Just ignore me and I won't exist
Cause i know I'm the kind nobody will miss
They stand around me every day
Like everything is okay
They kneel down just to say......
Put on a smile & dry your eyes
Don't let 'em think that what say isn't lies
Don't hide your scars but don't cut your skin
All that's doing is letting them win
But therapy isn't what I want
I just wish people wouldn't taunt
I don't know how to deal with that card
But either way I don't like games
Cause many are easy and some are hard
Time is ticking, tik tok tik
But sooner or later something will click
And it just did as if it's nonchalant
It also tells me what they really want
They want me gone so it seems
To where I see the "light" as it gleams
Yes that's right they want me dead
Silver turned to gold, and gold turned to lead
They think of me as a tool
And tools are for use like a kitchen knife
But I don't care cause I've been used my whole life
But soon tools will rust and collect tons of dust
Now I guess I'm only as good as trash
Trash is garbage and garbage goes out
And going out is what I'm all about
Maybe I'll go out with a bang
Or I might just take the fall
A fall off a nice high cliff is all
But it's my problem seems very tall
Here I go 1, 2, & 3!!!
I'm about to jump and your not stopping me?
Well maybe what I've said it true
You've hated me you always did
What I thought wasn't a bid
Now this is just to horrible to say
But GTFO and get outta my way
Fxck you! See at first I couldn't tell
That I was living in a living Hell