Lord, help me! Bring me back from this before the nothing consumes me. I see You up above, Your hand held out to me, reaching for me but always an inch or two away, I think why God, why are You taunting me? Why won’t You save me from the nothing that consumes me, and never once did I think it wasn’t You holding back, it was always me slipping away, and inch at a time, every time you reached an Inch further I slipped back one.
The nothing is (x3).
Forgive me for what I do, what I've done: It’s like gravity suffocating me, depression is like a long lost friend whom You hate, the weight of the world is squeezing the life out of my lungs, life may stop but the end continues on forever and ever, the nothing moves across the ground, the sharp painful ground at the bottom of the pit of my mind, in complex patterns, moving towards me, like TV static, nothing can stop it, nothing can, nothing will, shadows dance around me, in circles, slapping and hitting my skin, terror strikes, It’s mezmerizing, as the nothing binds with my flesh the mist floats down, inhaling it into my lungs, bliss, yes, my brain knows no fear right now, death is coming soon but my soul does not care, or has death already arrived? It has a home not far from here, anxiety melts away, lie down for sleep, eternal, never to see the light of day again, has life ended? He has forgiven my home awaits me up above.