I'm depressed, I think T_T

"Quest"

Fingernails chip off paint on walls
Hands feel blindly for something to grip
Feet lead me to a foreign land
And all I can do is breathe

I speak in a language that no one understands
Words incoherent, like puzzles for the fool
I live in stories told by others
In an attempt to find significance

Each step and turn only gets me more lost
I realize I shoul've brought a map
But it's of no use without a compass in the hazy green
The labyrinth built of worries and weeds

I swim deeper in pursuit of a name,
An identity, and a place
But I run out of breath just before I realize
I don't belong here, or anywhere

So I put the heavy shovel off my shoulders
And start digging six feet, maybe more
The longer the search for my soul goes,
The more I lose sight of her

She doesn't show up amidst the dirt,
And maybe she'd become one of them
I'm beat, dead tired, but just enough
So I can bury myself in a period, the end.