Depression

Im breathing in and out so fast

trying to make the air in my lungs last

im starting to panic it was a trap

I finally took my one last gasp

thinking that this is what it feels like to die

body so cold and youre left wondering why

if only I could do something, if only I tried

would I still be here, would I be alive

Someone pinch me this cant be real

my body aching pain I can feel

my depression it clings and will never heal 

alive inside of me all it does is steal

I lay still like a paralyized man

only having visions of when I could stand

its a tease and a joke im no longer a fan

none of this was ever part of my plan

It comes at random and takes control

killing me slowly is its only goal

I crave freedom it craves for my soul

im tired of fighting i want to let go