Don't ask me

 Do ask me if I'm ok don't tell going to be ok  cause won't let me explain how sucidel depression works all you think about is death  you pick certain item or look at certain thing you wonder if  anyone misses you if anyone cares so let tell how it is  let show the pain I and other go threw
Deep down inside I feel the heart  rip by tiny pieces of glass each fragment of hate   Despair I can feel the devil creep up in my skin the I'm drench in shadow screams spite  the repeat  of a non end recording that your a piece of that your no good , my life is spinning  in dreadful  scare  i can't help it but rip my flesh from bones to relief the pain the Desmons crawling  threw my veins, blood gushing it ysilent its over  I can breath but I'm in dark room my speech gone I'm in peace as look at my self from the hovering over my body below in box  I see myself in harmony.  My night mares are over my demons are gone  I'm ok  
The only thing I can tell that helps will help to push threw is the power of friendship