Lost, with no chance of help

I feel my self-slipping back down
My happiness coming to a halt
The pain and depression tearing me apart
Why do people only yell and shout?

People saying your fine
It's just a phase
But don't pretend you don't see
I'll be this way always

The bloody cuts gone
But surly will come back
The promise I made
I have to take back

I'm to afraid to tell you
All the feelings I hold inside
My wants, my dreams
Only wishing I died

I won't catch myself this time
I can't sleep, thinking
Crying all night
There is no counting sheep

The end is near
I can't eat, sleep
Six feet under
Is where I need to be.