An Open Letter to Depression
Kill yourself, noone needs you,
Just give up your not strong enough,
Your worthless and noone likes you,
So just stay in bed today.
Noone cares about the thoughts in your head,
Yeah I got your message,
But I've been leaving YOU on read.
Your words are meaningless to everyone around you,
So choke and suffocate on all words you wanna say,
Take that step off the ledge your walking,
Noone fucking cares if you fade away.
By all means bring that one thing you so desperately cling too, Hope.
Don't worry I'll bring the gift you gave me as a child,
That rope,
and this time I give it back for personal use.
I'll give you a hand in the form of a foot,
As it slowly pushes the stool out from beneath you,
And as I watch you hang there,
Air stuck in your throat,
Like the words constantly left in mine by you,
I wanna watch the colors fade with you.
So you finally know what's its like to die by your own words,
To watch the tables turn,
while the only thing holding you up is product of your own demise.
I'm here for you in the end,
to show you the oppesite of everything you've ever told me.
I never wanted to kill myself,
Just end a part of me that was you,
And now I've found life in watching you slowly die,
I shed a tear for you,
like you never did me,
Because without you leaving,
I could never find find a reason to be.
Sincerely Yours,
The one who finally came out on top for once,
This ones from Me.
© Nick Wallace
Just give up your not strong enough,
Your worthless and noone likes you,
So just stay in bed today.
Noone cares about the thoughts in your head,
Yeah I got your message,
But I've been leaving YOU on read.
Your words are meaningless to everyone around you,
So choke and suffocate on all words you wanna say,
Take that step off the ledge your walking,
Noone fucking cares if you fade away.
By all means bring that one thing you so desperately cling too, Hope.
Don't worry I'll bring the gift you gave me as a child,
That rope,
and this time I give it back for personal use.
I'll give you a hand in the form of a foot,
As it slowly pushes the stool out from beneath you,
And as I watch you hang there,
Air stuck in your throat,
Like the words constantly left in mine by you,
I wanna watch the colors fade with you.
So you finally know what's its like to die by your own words,
To watch the tables turn,
while the only thing holding you up is product of your own demise.
I'm here for you in the end,
to show you the oppesite of everything you've ever told me.
I never wanted to kill myself,
Just end a part of me that was you,
And now I've found life in watching you slowly die,
I shed a tear for you,
like you never did me,
Because without you leaving,
I could never find find a reason to be.
Sincerely Yours,
The one who finally came out on top for once,
This ones from Me.
© Nick Wallace