I'm Doing Fine

You ask me how I'm doing and I tell you that I'm ok
Cuz nothings different I wanna die all the time ok?
It's easier for me to get it out inside a rhyme ok?
In person I'd be silent like a fucking mime ok?  
 
Depression eats me from the inside like a slow decay
I've gotten good at masking it so I don't show decay
From the outside you would think that there was no decay
Not being real about myself is how I grow decay  
 
Sometimes I'm strong enough to deal with it but not today
Having visions of me dead is all I got today
I've been thinking about the end of me a lot today
Like a rope around my neck tightening the knot today  
 
My life is something that I only want to throw away
People really trying to help but I wish that they would go away
Put the pistol to my head, pull the trigger and I can blow away
These demons lurking in my mind like a stow away