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lack of motivation
life gets overwhelming
where am i consciously
thoughts are unpleasing
they tell me "chin up" but it's not that easy
swear it's like a disease
only can rely on me
tell me, am i setting myself up to fail?
just wanna make it, don't tell me the ship has sailed
spinning in circles, fucking life derailed
just take my ass to jail
problems too big it broke the scale
i'm losing myself; can no longer feel
is anything left even real?
lost control soon as i took my hands off the wheel
swear i'm so low, how is this ideal?
gasping for air
if i took my last breath
who would care?
death and despair
why can't i just disappear
ripped apart from reality
the page tears
fell to my knees
so i say a prayer
why is happiness having an affair
how can i find myself
try to rewire my brain
force feed me pills to get rid of the pain
think i'm going insane
i'm not that picture perfect
don't pick me up and put me in a frame
compared to you, we are not the same
stuck in a slump
this is a speed bump
fall back down just to get up
than i shrug
life's got me fucked up
but negativity i will unplug
sweep these feelings under a rug
squash depression like a bug
don't come around if you ain't got no love
least i know my way back home
where the flowers bloom
the fireflies glow
when i take a midnight stroll
if i get lost along the way
i'll search for the words i wrote
and sing along to the tune that goes
"you might hit me with throws
and the low blows
put me on a ledge
keep me on my toes
but this is not the life i chose
if i'm down only god knows
i'll find the glasses colored with rose"
So I wrote this because on a day to day basis I struggle myself with depression. And I can't help but put myself onto paper and write. And so I hope you can relate. We are not alone. For me, writing is a passionate way of letting go. Maybe it is for you.