Everything's Wrong

Everything my dear
Has been going wrong

Death decided to grip my throat and never let go, until I give up.

I won't, I'm a fighter
But the feeling is so content, so tempting, I could never.

It's to selfish.

I'm humiliated, embarrassed and bullied all by my own being.

I wish I could just flee.

The ground is dragging me down, down to rock bottom.

Why won't anyone listen?
I try to tell, I try to talk.

Maybe I'm depressed,

I've hidden my feelings, I keep to much in, oh it's been too long.

This is how it all ends, isn't it.