No matter how many times I try to pray.
I know I'm past the point to save.
Hammering down on me in waves.
The depression runs deep in my veins.
So I cut my arms to let it bleed out.
But all it does is make me shut down.
I crawl in the corner to quietly drown.
I'm past the point of saving now.
It doesn't matter what you say.
The depression is too deep in my brain.
I claw at my head, I can't be restrained.
I know I just can't be saved.
So many saying, "Look at your life ahead!"
I can't see that far if I'm dead.
Can't you see I made my own bed?
Nowhere is safe, not even inside my head.
I'm past where you can try to save me.
I've suffered too long from this disease.
No one cared even when I'd plead.
So don't act like you want to save me.
I run and run, my feet hitting the floor.
I run in place, the same as before.
I bang both hands against the locked door.
There's nowhere for me to run anymore.
The room shifts, now I'm outside.
I breathe in the air, I feel fine.
I take a look around and cry.
I'm in hell, there's no place for me to hide.
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