FALL

depression.

precious frustration.

where did you come from?

can you go back to that place?

the past still smells.

rotten flesh of mine.

you're in my body but i can't throw you away.

my heart is about to explode.

the weight on my shoulders weighting me down.

maybe this is my last straw.

the box of opportunities seems empty.

i want to talk about what's on my mind.

but only blades and pills will listen to me.

sorry for not talking to you friends since a while.

you've been gaslighting me into thinking it's okay.

depression.

precious jealousy.

where did you come from?

can you go back to that place?

it does hurt.

a needle was pushed through my brain.

cut off all positive feelings.

walking like a zombie since day one.

everything in vain?

the past still creeps behind me.

can't go down this street relaxed.

someone is behind me right?

please end me.

this life is not worth living.

every effort ends in the same puddle of blood.

how many times has it already been?

of thinking i won't wake up the next day.

what am i gonna do against this tragic feeling inside.

this boat got shot at and sunk to the bottom of the sea.

jealousy, frustrations, empty words and such agony.

there won't be another hand helping me out of this.

you know i can't open up, my throat laces itself up.

suicidal thoughts like a fool.

that asshole doesn't deserve to live.

i'm sorry for disappointing with everything i've ever done.

depression.

my precious frustration.

where did you come from?

can you go back to that place?

it seems pointless.

it all seems like a joke.

i want it to finally end.