Depression**

The thoughts always come and go
where to go i dont know
shall i be with the lord
or burn my soul
should i enter the pearly gates
or let hell welcome me in
the thoughts of suicide
never leave my mind
i dont know what to do anymore
arms filled with scars
cloths filled with blood
eyes filled with tears
and soul filled with pain
until the one day comes
and i cant take it anymore
i grab a rope
i hang it from the ceiling
i wrap it around my neck
i kick the chair beneath my feet
and the pain has disappered
from now on i let the rest of the
world to decide where i go
ill let the lord and the devil
fight between my empty soul
of where i shall land
and once they decide
i will go on as dead
and no longer alive