Depression surrounding
Mark the places we're supposed to think
Someone, help me breathe
Need a place, a place to be free
A crack in your skull
The fear behind that wall
Found peace in the place you'll bury me
Passing in my sleep, helps me mentally
Realize this means nothing at all
Everlasting thoughts of suicide
My thoughts of agony are merely fleeting
A constant urge of self-extermination
Serves a purpose to my ever-constant bleating
A noose or a blade