From Scratch.

I'm sick of trying
Crawling to the top just to fall back down
And start over from scratch.
There's too much emotion to go through
And there are only so many times I can redo it all
Before I'm immune.
I tired to be what you wanted
And now you see what it has done.
No one is happy.
And I'm tired.
Most of the time I just want to die.
But slowly.
So I can enjoy the feelings I know best.
Pain.
Loss.
Hopelessness.
Confusion.
Loneliness.
Good old depression.