A well called depression

I feel as if im falling
into a well with no way out
i feel that they wont hear me
if i yell, scream and shout

i feel as if im griping
just to stay alive
sliding down slimy walls
of this well no ones survived

this well has a name
with a awful twist
its name is depression
and its carved in to my wrist

the more i slide
the deeper the blade cuts me
blood pooring down my arm
light is now hard to see

i cant stop crying
dont want to hit the the ground
i was so happy
with the new life id found

but its like ur pushing me
standing at the opening of this well
luaghing and pointing
maybe your the reason i fell

maybe how much youv changed
its really hurting me
its like greasing
the walls of this well you see

so i'll keep falling
down into this dark
if i ever come out
ill be left with a mark

on my wrist
the name of the well
will forever remind me
how much it hurt when i fell