To ask for some sympathy
I'm not a tragedy waiting for rescue...
In the arms of a stranger
I was seeking comfort not knowing...
If you aren't going to catch me
Then why make me fall...
The water is clear
But your wrists are stained red...
I’ve got a hard surface,
Live at the bottom of the sea...
How unsettling it can be,
To listen to those quiet moments...
Here it sits inside of me
Eating at my sanity...
I'm still searching,
Beyond those quiet moments...
this darkness looms over me
traps me here...
Not again.
No, this will end today...
Depression is quiet.
It enters in, through the night...
How,
Can ten delicate fingers...