Claws of Inaptitude Stained with Depression

Here we go  
We know the lines  
Say them with me  
-I'm fine  
-I'm fine, just a bit tired  
-I just don't feel well  
-I'm just not myself lately  
-Sorry, not doing so great  
-I know, I can't help it  
-Just leave me alone  
-I'm too much  
-I'm sorry  
-I'm sorry  
-I'm sorry  
Most days my symptoms burn inside me  
I feel like riping open my veins  
Taking those bloody strands  
and hanging myself with perfection  
Everytime my anxiety heightens, rises  
As shadows lengthen as the sun leaves us  
My veins tighten and constrict inside me
Snakes are drowning in my blood stream  
Swimming up my neck and choking me  
How can I escape this feeling inside me  
My brain is downing in stress and self hatred  
Everyone is sick of me, but no one says it
They don't, they can't see the snakes  
They haven't had to live with the nightmares  
The memories that rise like the dead  
I want to nose dive off a building  
And know it will be over inside me  
I can't survive this war, not anymore  
I've been trying so hard, for so long  
When will it end? When I'm dead, duh  
That's just how some mental health stories go