I'm locked up in this place.
These people try to help.
They definately aren't getting anywhere.
They think they understand what I've dealt with.
I'll get out of here soon
and all the pain will return.
I don't want this to happen.
I'm never going to learn.
Depression is never going to leave.
Cutting will always be my escape.
They will never be able to fully help.
I'm a deeply lost case.
Screw what they think...
They don't understand.
I'm a lost soul.
Who will eventually carry out his plan.
I'll lock myself up in my room,
with some pills, paper, and a knife.
I'll write my mom a note,
and commit my final suicide.
No one will be able to stop me,
because I refuse to listen.
I'll pass away as a result
and you'll never find the real reason.
I'll just become another number
and pass out of everybodys lives.
No one will remember me.
I'll be locked away in archives of people...
-Lost To Suicide
