Pressure building, too much stress
Unemployment and unhappiness
Not enough money, too much time on my hands
Sinking deeper and deeper into depression's quicksand

Bad diet, bad habits, bad thoughts in my head
If this is life, why worry about being dead ?
£70 per week and no one cares
Just feel like a burden nobody wants there

Walking the same, grey streets day after day
Trapped in this dull life, I can't get away
Yes, it's a bad day, dark thoughts in control
They are drowning my dreams, suffocating my soul

Is it fear, or is it surprise
When you find yourself staring into mortality's eyes ?
All invincibility has gone
Repercussions to every action
Sheer terror! No, not me! Not yet!
None of my ambitions​ met
I have never had wealth, rubies or pearls​
Never made my mark upon the world
I really don't care about power or money
Just let me get out what's inside of me
It's not that I am scared of death
Just ashamed of what I haven't done yet
When you peer over the edge of the cliff
And find you're looking into the abyss
Do you see your fears dispelled
Or do you find yourself repelled
By your ruined hopes, dreams even your name
A walking Holocaust of shame
" I could have been, I should have done ?"
If you do, your not alone. I too am one.

As once again the time clock strikes
As people leave, in cars, on bikes
We walk to our assignations
With busses that take us to our destinations

Where warm beds and central heated homes
Wait to take our weary bones
We pound the cold, dark wintery streets
Like policemen on our daily beat

Then one will speak, the breath will rise
Before our work - ****** weary eyes
" Well, one more night done, it wasn't too bad "
Not even realising that

This endless play of bravado
Is how the rest of our lives will go
I feel like screaming " This is hell,
At school while young and fit and well

This wasn't how I thought my life would be
All work and toil and misery "
But... No. I simply, sadly reply
" It wasn't too bad." As once more slips by

Another day, another 24 hours
Lost to work and sleep and showers
I hold back my scream and silently pray
There will be an end to this someday

She never thought she would end up doused in gasoline and set aflame.
She never thought she would end.
She never thought.

but everything she never thought,
  is all she can think about.