The Depression Lingers (Verse II: Chapter I: a Beating Heart, but No Ones Home)

I lack any distinguishable feeling

I feel my heart beating

But there's no one home...

I feel my attempt at living dying away

I have tried a hundred times before to not care about that one thing

The people around me do not understand

They don't need to know, my problems are my own

Easily ended with a flick of the wrist

What's another attempt at failure?

I still walk this earth

Disgusted with humanity I see no way around it

I'm afraid of dying yet I lust after it with every breath I take

When will this end?

I hide behind this mask

This person I don't want revealed

A true caring person

But humans changed my views...