When you are depressed,
Do you get extremely stressed?
You go for the knife,
Is it really the easy way out?
Do you really wish to end your life?
You have yet leaned what it is about.
I see the pain in your eyes,
I can see all of those lies.
So many secrets
So many worries
You think about talking,
It just makes you start worrying
What will people think of me?
Will the even understand me?
Maybe if they see what I have done,
they might just run.
The sight of all those scars
I cannot deal with my problems
I do not know what to do
Maybe I should make my life just end
All this confusion might just descend
Someone please help me,
Help me to break free,
Before I take this knife
And mark myself with this fine line
That might end my life
Do you still think everything is just fine?
