The Blade

At Eleven I was already addicted to blades

Damn I know I am fake

I loved the pills, Fuck It just kills

I stopped caring, stopped complaining

I get a funny feeling

It comes from deep inside

I get mad and angry

Wanting to go and hide

My doctor calls it Depression

My mom says it's just me

But the thoughts and feelings

No one will be able to see

Some say I'm psycho

Some say I'm just weird

It's like I'm a different person

And the old me just disappeared

I get really edgy

I want to die really bad

Then I get a headache

Followed by getting sad

I wish I could get help

maybe if I keeping praying really hard

It will go away someday

But I have to deal with this every damn day

I know I ain't got no rapping skills

All I know is how much dealing with depression kills