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.