If you can hear me....

If you can hear me cry then the days of my life have ended
My heart and mind twisted and bended
A forever scars run through me and my soul
Digging a deeper hole..

These pills I take to end my depression
It has became a sick obsession
So I keep dreaming of a better day
Where I am not ridicule for what I say

The hour passes, the sun sets, all and all I become a monster
A suffering soul to which nothing is good
All that I see is black and evil
My mind bends once again becoming more and more feeble

Slowly I die
My bloody arm lays out I die slower on the inside
My death is something I wish not to hide
And in my last words I beg to god not to show mercy on me
For my sins shall lead me to a life of misery
This is the way it will always be