My skin bleeds grief, The future seems a rotted ass, Self tormented, The future seems a rotted ass. I lie detached, Sorry for myself Depression is my life. Suffering at my own will, A tool to overcome, The long for your touch A fragile shell, A hairline crack, Border for insanity. I hunt, thorn tears me apart Driven Down Deep I search, An emotional response, But come up short, Words to express, Need not be said, The pain shows in my face, My skin bleeds grief, The future seems a rotted ass, Self tormented, The future seems a rotted ass.