I don't try anymore.
I've run out of room
And at the end of the tunnel is another locked door.
A door slammed in my face

I ran this race
Just to fall flat on my face.
You can't deal with me anymore
I guess your stronger than me.

I've been chained up
And your finally free.
I took a bow
And you took a stand.

But no one can see me reaching out my hand.
I'm a ghost with the soul
Of depression itself
Anyone I touch no longer wants to help.

I make people sad
I make people cry
And a lot of times I make people want to die.

Who am I?
And why?
I don't understand
Why did I become this way?

I took everyone's burdens and put them on mine.
I crushed myself eventually through space and time.
No one came along and asked if I needed help.

I guess they were too busy being caught up in themselves.
Too busy to see that the person inside
Really needed someone because he knew he would die.

I took everyone's pain on top of mine.
And now from depression I can no longer hide.
It has me in its sights.
And it takes the shot.

Im put in the ground
Just for y'all to watch me rot.
And when I'm dead and gone.
No one would care.
Because they will be too busy climbing the stairs.

Voices keep coming back inside of my head.
Telling me "Pher you'd be better off dead".....