It lies, and waits for new heartache,
Just waiting for my strength to break.
It doesn\\\\\\\'t�?�¢??t care that it brings more pain,
Only taking its selfish gain.
It feeds on my crimson wrists,
Hoping that my sorrow persists.
Sending me spiraling into the darkness,
Manic, frenzied, cuttings my calmness.
Suffocating me, not letting me go,
Bursting from this shadow that I overthrow.
I take the breath of life,
And throw away all my strife.
I retain my stance and hold on tight,
This time depression, I�?�¢??m going to fight.
So when my wrist starts to itch,
Remember that I�?�¢??m going to beat this b***h.
