I want to stand up
Ten feet tall
Take a swing at depression
The voices that bring me down
They're all around
They won't quit
They think they know best for me
But all they're doing is bringing me down
But day by day I survive
It shouldn't be that way
But it is what it is
There should be some peace of mind
But the voices are always there to pounce
They scream their disapproval of me
The fact I'm on food stamps
And don't have a job
They assume they're better than me
But they're nothing
I used to talk back
But that didn't do any good
They only laughed
Or assumed I was ******* up
Now it's been going on for so long
It's becoming pitiful and disgraceful
There's no help from them
No encouragement
These voices can care less
So **** them
They all can jump off of a mountain
Into jagged rocks and burst open
Their blood spilling forth, splattering
Everywhere. These voices can slice
Their wrists and bleed forth everywhere
Get weak and faint and die like rabid dogs
They are nothing to me. ******* nothing!!!
They don't pay my rent. Buy my clothes.
Take care of me. All that's left is me.
And if I'm a ******* then so be it
At least I'm a kind *******. These
Voices are ****** after me. And we all
Know what happened to him now don't
We.