The pain endured

I'm doing my best, people think it's cool that i'm depressed. They'll probably think it"s cool even when i'm dead.

Sick of being depressed why won't someone come and help me? You know somebody once tried to tell me don't depend on anybody, yet i'm still making the same mistake.

Please anybody try and stop me! I'm reaching for your hand to let me know that i'm not alone.

Hyperventilating until I have no breath left. Now i'm laying out on the pavement hoping somebody hears me scream. 

The consistant cries keep adding to the bricks on my chest. I'm tired of being up all night reminisce in twisted shit.

My secrets and my pain eat me up until I bleed. I hate everything that I am because this wasn't how my life was supposed to be....