Depression you are such an obsession ''
I can barely remember am near the point of regression ''
My mind is so cloudy ''
Inside I feel so rowdy.
You do the thinking for me ''
But I refuse to see ''
That the way you make me feel ''
Can only be described as unreal ''
You stole my identity ''
And made me an entity ''
You hurt me to the core ''
And I just want to roar ''
It's like I am split in two ''
But the two of us stick like glue ''
I want you out of my life ''
As you cut like a knife ''
What will it take?
As am fed up of feeling fake ''
Will it take a duel?
But that would be so cruel ''
But who am I talking to?
As there is nobody there.
Is this a state of mind?
That I cannot bear?
Depression say's feel the fear ''
Do not shed another tear.
You are not damaged goods ''
You are just lost in the woods.
But give it time to allow you to shine ''
And realize a day will come when all will be fine.
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