Depression has overcome me

As I sit in my room
In the darkness all alone
I get a feeling
A feeling not unknown

This is a feeling I'd like to call depression
And it is not my friend
When I get this feeling
My life I could just end

But I control my urge
Not cut myself
And I put that sharp razor blade
Up high upon the shelf

And I sit in my bed
And I cry and I cry
I want the tears to stop
You don't know how hard I try

People think my life is perfect
By no one knows but me
They all think my life is great
I just wish they all could see

My days are filled with fear
And my nights are filled with heartache
I know one of these days
My emotions are just gonna break

And I will grab that blade
And let my rage out
And I will cut at my thighs
Without any doubt

And the blood will drip
And it will hit the bed and floor
And the feeling I'll get
I'll want to do it even more

And then I'll get weak
And I'll fall to the ground
And I'll wish that blade was something
That I never found

I'll lay in that pool of blood
And think of all the the bad things
But having cut myself
Oh what joy it brings

Then my mom will find me
laying Lifeless on the floor
And my life will have ended
And I will no the pain no more