Going through depression is like going through hell
All behind something to block happiness, no one can feel this pain
I wish there was someone I could go to & tell
A white t-shirt, blood all over, one big stain
Each cut as it's own peice of depression to tell
All this pain & feelings, I just want to yell
Feeling so down, wanting to end it all
Ending this depression, ending this life for good
Everything's locked behind a door, behind a thick brick wall
Maybe if someone knew, everything might turn good
I need someone to tell, someone that if I tell they would understood
I need someone to tell everything to, each little detail
Every where I go in my room, their's blood all on the floor in a trail
I wish someone close would be someone that understands
But if I told people, all I would get was commands
Commands that are telling me to stop self-harming
Every cut forms another scar
Every cut just gets blood to rise
Rise in every speck of a blood cell
Wait until the pain forms into redness that begins to swell
Everything can now be over, still it isn't
