As my hope wears so thin,
More lines appear on my skin,
I draw them with silver,
But then they turn red,
Magic maybe?
No it's just in my head,
There's a monster in me,
Trying to get out,
He's something you can't see,
And most of you doubt,
He's tearing at my insides trying to get free,
He is the thing that has been killing me,
He is my depression,
And my depression is he.