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I whisper: Why..?

I can't explain why am I cursed with this depression...
Trough out my path I tried my best, did what I could...
Just to become the monster I am today.

A cinder heart of hate, and a stormy resentful soul
A shivering ghost enchanted by panic and fear
A stomach stuffed with supplements In foolish hope of a better day...

Darkened eyes which see only injustice
A schizophrenic mind, paranoid and delusional
A chilling lethargy roaming the house

This so called chemical imbalance has taken my future
sabotaged my chances and messed with my sanity
I found no relief in drugs, psychology, or religion

God knows I have tried, there is always something holding me down
If this is how i am supposed to spend the rest of my days,
then kill me, kill me already...

No more can I carry...
My tired little head so heavy...
just end it... end it... end it...