Deprime

I need a new way to reset

I need a new way to forget

I’ve got voices in my head trying to tie me to this bed

I’m tired of not being content, feeling guilty for who I am

Sometimes I think of the end, a permanent solution to this problem

I can’t see

I can’t breathe

I can’t love

Should I leave?

I’ve looked to friends, love and medication and still I have no salvation

Were we made to bend or break? Because I’m afraid I’m all of my mistakes

I wish I could say I was young

I want to be a better son

I want to be a better half

I want to make myself last

I can’t see

I can’t breathe

I can’t love

Should I leave?