This Is What Depression Does

Thoughts of death are filling my head
ideas of dying and making my self dead
these kind of thought arn't so bad
especially after loosing what i once had

i find my comfort in the blade of a razor
this way i remove depression in my life
i replace the emotion with real pain
and in my mind this is real gain

scars are nothing compared to the sadness
blood is nothing compared to the madness
my arms are a tic-tack-toe of my pain
other just laugh and think this is just a game

but it isn't, its my way of dealing with it
I'm cutting my self apart, bit by bloody bit
and if it makes me die, oh well even better
everyone just thinks I'm a drama setter

fu.ck you, i don't want your attention
if i could, id go into an alternate dimension
I'm trying to make my self feel the best
by going through the pain, ill pass the test

but as i cut and slash my self apart
i bleed out all the blood from my heart
in my place is a mere shell of what i once was
the truth is, this is what depression does.