Nothing feels right.
I'm always constantly searching for a reason to stay alive.
Time after time,
the depression grabs a hold of me and carves me with a fucking knife.
Things will never change, I've always been this way.
I'm just a byproduct of young life gone to waste.
Things will never change, I’ve always been this way.

I'm just a dead man walking.

You fucking coward.

Eternal suffering, forever pained.
Why do I always have to feel this way?
Every day just feels the same,
Always searching for a feeling that I will never regain.

I've spent my life wallowing in misery.
Washed up, lifeless, drowning in my apathy.
Years have been spent building up a hardened shell,
fighting losing battles, and yet still, no one can ever tell.

This is Hell.

I am just a fucking waste.

Dead to a world that never cared for me.

A soulless being.
I never feel a thing.

Dead to a world, a world that never fucking cared for me.

Disassociation. The burden of a heavy mind.
Decomposing while my body still stays alive.
Rotting away. Still staying the same.
I'm just counting down the minutes 'til I reach my final day.

Just fucking end it all.

Withering into nothing as
my mind slips into a haze.
Misery develops into twisted senses of normality,
and I could use the company,
but some things never change.

Forever burdened.
Forever drained.