I spoke and the words came
But they couldn't say what I needed
People spoke with pity and apologies
And still they say it's ok
But it's not, I'm still crying inside
I tore at my arms and I cried
It conveyed my pain, the scars and tears
But people looked with disgust or pity
They told me to stop, and asked me why
But they still said it'll all be ok
But it's not, I'm dying inside
I hid it all, I smiled again
I looked so happy and good again
And the people saw and took the lie
They said good you're better
And left me again
I look away. I'm dead inside.
I take a breath, I look ahead
There it is, my final end
A rope hangs in a loop. A Noose.
I step on the chair and wear the string
I knock it over and. There. I. Hang.
There you go, you won.
Depression you lucky bastard.
