Shadows and Hurt

I live in a world of shadows and hurt
I'm just here lying, face down in the dirt
and I don't wanna move, I just wanna stay
give up, and lie here till I die I just may

They're gone, and now I must go on my own
but I've already become used, to being alone
I guess loneliness will be the only life for me
my life could be considered depressions epitome

My face is masked in a stare of un-feeling
but inside I'm in agony, and it's not healing
being torn apart from the inside out
but my voice is gone, so I can't even shout

Depression, frustration and hurt are my life
I just wanna end it, with the blade of a knife
slash my wrists and bleed until I'm dry
thoughts of this, better not make anyone cry

You have all forced this fate upon me
a life of pain, hurt, and being forever lonely
I'm still ignorant to why, but I don't care
I've already realized, life isn't fair

Whatever happens happens, and that's it
if I don't like it, my wrists are gonna be slit
I may seem like a wimp, but this is who I am
if you don't like it, I don't really give a da**

I am who I am, and no one can change me
I'm stuck in this way, and I'm still developing
but each day I'm getting worse and worse
pretty soon I'll be driven home in a hearse

Just please remember me, for who I was
and please know that, this is what depression does