The darkness pounds, pounds, pounds;
It pounds a way into my head.
Depression is all around me and soon it may enter my soul.

My body is weak, my mind is weak, my soul is weak.
How do I strengthen them?
How do I discipline myself?

I do, do, do;
The very things I should not do.
How do I train myself to defeat myself? How do I best my worst?

I am the darkness, I am the weakness, I am the things I hate.
I do not know how to not do.
I do not know how to live.