Depression: No one asks me how do I feel or how do I deal if that’s life then how is that real. I’ve been giving cries for help but I guess they need to see the tears.
Depression: You are the same way that I learned how to ride a bike. Scared, but reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell so deep into you.
Depression: Tells me I suck so I reply, I ain’t here cause I fell down, I’m here cause I got up. A pretty good judge of character, maybe I mistaked a few. Cut some people off, but had no choice, it’s what they made me do.
Depression: Made me drink away the pain, all the hurt and the anger. When you all too familiar with a perfect stranger. I’m claustrophobic in my mind making me a prisoner in my own mind.