I'm probably killing myself, like, I can't go on anymore.
I have had the absolute worst six years in a row ever.
And I can't do anything about it, if I tell anyone about my suicidal mood, I'll get put on a list and thrown into a psych ward because of the laws of my country.
If I tell close friends, they'll attempt to "help" me by making my life worse. Everything you may know about me, most likely false.

I don't have anything left to say...
"I can cut right through steel, I can bury the pain" - But eventually it crawls out of the dirt. And my blade starts to dull.