I. Depression 

I'm tired of this regression

All of this damn stressin'

People, they get this impression

They say its near aggression

Don't understand this obsession

With things like secression

Maybe my maniac drepression, 

But I'm tired of this damn posession

II. Suicide

Shit, I'm tired of my eyes

I can say I've already tried

But really I only cried

My body deprived

Because I survived

They can never see that I

Resorted to suicide

Yes, I tried to hide,

But it was badly tied

They found me, horrified

Asked me to supply

The answers from inside

And I always lied

They never knew I denied

Because I now identified:

I'm scared of suicide