Depression surrounding Mark the places we're supposed to think Someone, help me breathe Need a place, a place to be free A crack in your skull The fear behind that wall Found peace in the place you'll bury me Passing in my sleep, helps me mentally Realize this means nothing at all Everlasting thoughts of suicide My thoughts of agony are merely fleeting A constant urge of self-extermination Serves a purpose to my ever-constant bleating A noose or a blade