My thoughts escape me,
While my fears erase me.
Pain grows stronger….
As the days grow longer….
Wanting to escape life itself,
Filled with darkness within oneself.
As I try to grasp on,
Everyone that use to be here is gone.
Depression eating me from the inside out,
My emotions are dryer than a drought.
Never thought it would end up like this,
Looking back, there is no one that I miss.
There is a room, with the sound of a harp,
With the touch of the blade, it is sharp.
As I raise my solution I see the past….
My abusive father, sipping from a glass.
The mother who made men happy,
But this woman wouldn't even look at me.
The sister who called me a mental case,
She went missing a year ago, without a trace.
I slowly come back to reality,
The handle of the solution is held firmly.
As it enters my heart I begin to crossover…..
Finally thinking to myself that it is all over…..My thoughts escape me,

While my fears erase me.
Pain grows stronger….
As the days grow longer….
Wanting to escape life itself,
Filled with darkness within oneself.
As I try to grasp on,
Everyone that use to be here is gone.
Depression eating me from the inside out,
My emotions are dryer than a drought.
Never thought it would end up like this,
Looking back, there is no one that I miss.
There is a room, with the sound of a harp,
With the touch of the blade, it is sharp.
As I raise my solution I see the past….
My abusive father, sipping from a glass.
The mother who made men happy,
But this woman wouldn't even look at me.
The sister who called me a mental case,
She went missing a year ago, without a trace.
I slowly come back to reality,
The handle of the solution is held firmly.
As it enters my heart I begin to crossover…..
Finally thinking to myself that it is all over…..My thoughts escape me,

While my fears erase me.
Pain grows stronger….
As the days grow longer….
Wanting to escape life itself,
Filled with darkness within oneself.
As I try to grasp on,
Everyone that use to be here is gone.
Depression eating me from the inside out,
My emotions are dryer than a drought.
Never thought it would end up like this,
Looking back, there is no one that I miss.
There is a room, with the sound of a harp,
With the touch of the blade, it is sharp.
As I raise my solution I see the past….
My abusive father, sipping from a glass.
The mother who made men happy,
But this woman wouldn't even look at me.
The sister who called me a mental case,
She went missing a year ago, without a trace.
I slowly come back to reality,
The handle of the solution is held firmly.
As it enters my heart I begin to crossover…..
Finally thinking to myself that it is all over…..