Depression clouds your vision
Anxiety chains you up
Stress gives you exhaustion, self hate
beats you to a pulp

Hitting hurts but
Words are worse
Limit to speaking
Just in verse

Depression and perfection
Paranoia misdirection
No

No, oh

Chain me up
And beat me down
Hopelessness
Voices all around

Try to run
Just run away
Where's that joyfulness anyway?

Have some fun
Just go and play
Though everyone just will not stay

Break inside
You slowly die
I guess this is
Your sweet demise