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DEPRESSION Drowning within the depths of despair Living or dying, don�t even care The world�s gone mad and so have I No longer have the strength to even cry Suicide is not even thought of For the place I am now, is beyond and above The anguish I have, cuts like a knife GOD! Can I go on living surrounded by strife? And do I want to, cause can�t you see Living this way is tearing at me Can it be called living, I�m not even sure If I�m ill, yet still living. Is there a cure? To depths of sadness which I feel For relief I would even kill But not myself, I�m not worth the trouble For everything I�ve done, My whole life�s just rubble No one would care if I fall over and die I�d probably be kicked around, and then left where I lie
