The Room Is Getting Colder BURYMEH

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed again
Holding my head, trying not to break
It's funny how the quiet gets so loud
When every single breath feels fake

I look at my hands, they're shaking bad
Full of a anger that i can't control
I hate this world, i hate myself
There's a black hole eating up my soul
And the worst part is i know how it ends
We all just fade, no matter what we spend

And i'm scared, god
I'm so damn scared
Of the dark, of the light, of what isn’t there
Depression feels like sinking slow
To a place where no one goes

Pain in my chest, hatred in my head
Counting down the days till i'm finally dead
No escape, no cure, no second chance
Just a quiet, inevitable dance

It's not dramatic, it's just cold and dry
I don't even have the strength to cry
People talking, but i hear no sound
Just watching my world crumble to the ground

I hate the sunrise, i hate the day
It just means more time i have to fake
Death is coming, step by step
Taking every single promise that i kept

Is anybody out there?
Or am i just screaming at the wall?
Nothing matters anyway
We all fall