"The world is your oyster" but I cannot eat

The world is my bed but I cannot sleep

The world is our perception, but we cannot find solace merely in our day-to-day interactions

Ask yourself "What do you expect in life?

You don't have a clue

Or if you do you're ultimately wrong

And this isn't my pessimism or pseudo-

Er... I guess I should say "Ronnie" being negative

It's almost irrefutable the desire for more

All I ever wanted was for someone to see me as a person

I don't evеn know what that means-

Not to myself, or from any other pеrspective

I suffer from depression

Is it real, or is it all in my head?

My pain feels real, but sometimes-

I just don't know anymore

I'm losing the battle

I'm being killed from the inside out

Honestly, I find comfort in death

I'm sorry