I take my hands and put them over my face
I hate myself and stay inside of my space
I find myself and lie all the time
Coming from another realm and feeling denied
I know what it’s like to be deleted
For another time to come and for it to be repeated
But I see all that is my being and for it to be receding
Stopping my projects and falling on deaf ears
I cannot take myself serious each and every year
I hate staying silent and looking for a way to fight it
I’m depressed and but keep denying it
I keep close to the edge
Staying alive is the part about feeling dead
So I cloud my mind with thoughts and repressive feelings
Sinking further into the darken hall of all
And beneath that is forever more to fall
