12:00 (extended)

My limbs feel heavy, my mind is tired My depression reaches into my stomach To tell me I'm full I can't read, I can't write, I can't cry, I can't drive I feel like I’m falling into a hole I'm not a cutter, but I've considered trying I'm not suicidal, but I've considered dying I'm not a user, but I want more drugs I'm just a loser who wants to unplug I'm bored with the music in the feed I'm bored by the shows on the goddamn T.V. I'm pissed by all of the advertisements I'll take a hot line call under advisement If I try swim I'm sure I'll drown If I try to run I just lay down If I try to walk I won't come back If I try to paint I'll reach for black If I try to talk the words get stuck If I try to care I don't give a fuck I'm not a cutter, but I've considered trying I'm not suicidal, but I've considered dying I'm not a user, but I want more drugs I'm just a loser who wants to unplug But I’m still here, somehow Watching the alarm blink twelve o'clock Pretending that it means something