who the fuck do you think you are
up my arm, you're my oldest scar
from the bowels of desperation I've sunken beneath
drugged and intoxicated so heavily I fall under the sheath
my head pounds with frustration, confusion and hurt
depressed and oppressed with my face in the dirt
there was never any glimmer of hope in my soul
no glimpse of light to fill in my body's hole
consentrated on breathing for no easy task
a blank face providing my pain with a mask
darkened from outside to inside of me
the hollow in my chest, no one does see
I feel this great pain, though I am numb
excruciating and deadly, beating my face like a drum
no words to make worthy the emptiness I feel
to God as my witness, this bleeding wont heal
I bleed not before you where eyes may decieve
my sould bleeds before none, none shown when I leave
I appeared so content within the world that you knew
but now the shadow will cast and you'll see the darkened hew
there's no way to save me from how I've become
give me no sympathy, just whiskey and rum
the feeling can't be dulled by a drug or a drink
I just feel it more and farther in I will sink
I end it so quickly, with a glass and a pill
but now I'm just sick, it's only making me ill
throwing the glass and taking a char
dragging it up the side of my arm
it does me no good, for I am still here
the depression's too thick, and my death never near