I feel like I lost myself,
in my own thoughts.
Trying to be me,
was harder than I thought.
Everywhere I look,
I see their eyes,
wondering why I look so tired.

"You're so young to be depressed."

I'm tired,
I'm crying,
inside I can feel myself dying.
I just hope they see me plead guilty,
of all the sins they've said I've done,
before I turn my head to a metal gun.

"If you wanted to commit suicide, you would have done it
already."

I just feel so alone,
7 billion people can't make this house,
feel like home.
What was my purpose?
What was I here for?
I'm sick, I don't really want to live anymore.

"Everything will get better, I promise."

I don't want to live anymore.

"I promise"

You promise?

bang