Here I go spiraling again,
feels like I'm overthinking again.
Do they even like me,
you know they clearly don't.

Here I go all depressed again,
feel like life isn't worth it.
Would I really be better dead,
would that erase all my pain?

No, I don't find the answer,
I tell myself excuses and lies.
I make up imaginary reasons,
for why I ought to be alive.

Last chance I really blew...