Please Stay

The world is not alive
When in fact, it's not even created
The world is dead to me
To my eyes
My ears
And my body
My name is "depression"
And I'm a bad influence
In the garden of roses and thorns
I pick a rose out to make myself bleed
Soon, everyone around me, who comes near me, who sees me
Will turn to their grave, and turn to dust
"Why are you leaving me?"
Don't come near me, not even if I'm the last person on earth