I have this knife tight in my grip,
Tickling my skin with the cold, sharp tip...

“Careful, it’s fragile,” I...
As I handed you my heart...

Depression has consumed me,
Ive joined its horrid cult...

Depression is a sickness,
It messes with your head...

Why do I even try?
All I ever do is cry...

I once said "Hi" to a purple cow,
But instead of saying "Moo," it said...

In my hand I have a knife….
And with it I could end my life...

I can spill my heart to you,
But not a word gets through...

I believe that everyone and,
Everything has a purpose...

I hope you realize what you’ve done,
You’re the reason I’ve got this gun...

Why smile and laugh and be happy,
When there’s so much pain inside...

With no hesitations,
I gave you my heart...