Depressed Soul: Depressed Soul

When one is in depression

Things are a blur

The pain doesn't go into recession

Only of that can I be sure

 

I slowly start to die inside

Nothing is fake but my smile

I find myself wanting to run and hide

I'll be like this for a while

 

Thoughts of suicide swim in my head

Though they could be fake

Just one little cut, and I could be dead

Just watch me please, for all of our sakes