It's called "Depressed"

Lost in this world Some call reality. But oh, not me. It's phycology.

Can’t you see?
Here in this dimension,
I am alone
And demented.
But this is my mind,
So weak and unprotected.
Can’t you see?
My mind has been infected
With thoughts of blood and death,
Of my body so mutilated.
Can’t you see?
My mind is so distorted,
That I’ve become suicidal.
Reality is being suppressed
Into hallucinations
Of my body being possessed.
Can’t you see?
You call it repressed,
But in reality
It's called "Depressed."