It's easy fall into the spiraling pattern of delusion
That your depression is the center of all confusion
This is an illusion
I truly wish to find an escape
I grip onto my life so relentlessly
That I have deep scrapes
Down to the bone
Perhaps best to let go
But strong is the fear of dying alone
Without sharing my perceptions
Dying unknown
For if I do not share my conceptions
With another who might care
It is indiscernible
If I was ever there