Slipping

I'm slipping

slipping back into old things

old thoughts old actions

and even old dreams....

I never thought this would happen

I thought i was done

I never wanted to be thinking

of getting a gun

a gun, some pills, a razor blade

it doesn't matter

which one

they're all the same

I'm so tired of crying

so tired of pain

so sick of emotion

theres nothing to gain

nothing to live for

nothing to need

few reasons to hold on

even more to bleed

I'm slipping

I'm slipping back again

Into this whole of depression

this whole so steep

so dark and deep

where a way out is all that i seek

I don't want to be under the knife again

so sick of the hurt

so tired of the pain

I swear I'll go insane

I can't take this anymore

I wanna just pull the trigger

Or down the bottle of pills

So i can finally sleep

sleep forever 6 feet deep.