i sit here thinkin about death,
taking my own life would not seem so bad,
for everything around me has slipped away,
ive lost all the happiness that once filled me,
i am like stone all the feeling is lost,
ive pushed people away,
i would welcome a knife to the chest without hesitation,
what does it matter i dont feel my heart beat,
i feel dead, a walking corpse,
im losing my self, and knowing of what i want,
i sit here in the bath tub putting my head under the water,
leaving everything to sound like vibration,
except...for my silent screams that i can never get rid of,
no one ever hears the screams that escape from my lips,
no one sees the pain that fills my eyes,
i feel the need for oxygen, yet i do not move,
why should i? when i already am corpse walking the earth,
what would be the need to live? when life has hit the highest limit of depression?