The depression's song, a poet's dying pen and ink
As if there's nothin' worth remembering, knowing
Love soon disappeared as all my hopes fell fallow
A sound of me hitting the surface, splash is small
As the rope had broke, the ink blackness growing
I'd called for God to save me but the same time
As I'd tied all the restraints, I couldn't break free
My body was cold, becoming numb, I was blind
As I felt life leaving me, I couldn't hear the voice
Telling me to come back, as fear and pain collide
Foolish act, thinking life or death my own choice
Eyes were open, unseeing... screams unspeaking
Refused to beat, as I could feel sensations chime
A new breath taken without remembering
But I know I'd chosen my own path
Lost in the emptied quiet
Sorrow had chosen to let me live
Fear made me no longer want to die
The world sought and received my silence
