In this weird world
You work til you drop
And no body stops to stare
at you while you shop
In this world filled with people
You seem to stand alone
Even your friends feel empty
While you talk to them on the telephone
But it's love that were lacking
This is the truth
And without it we'll always feel
Empty like a booth
on a long winter night
It may feel like a curse
But you seem to have sold your soul
For that watch or that purse
Life is much more
than simple things or metaphors
Train stops or alleyways
Windows or doors
Life is to complex to fathom
And while I sit here bored
Someones life is just beginning
Others end in a word
All we know is were all here
For a short amount of time
And if I could make you all smile
I would, with each little rhyme

Many get confused
And often misused
Over what truly is Depression
They sit in their beds
Sad in their heads
And believe it's real with submission
Depression isn't a sad moment
Determined by a mediocre component
That leaves you with a few tears
Depression is a cloud
Of suffocation and loud
Thoughts that ******* you with fears
But don't be discouraged
Cause others are burdened
With the same curse that you can't shake
And I promise my dear
When finished it'll mere
Be a moment that you caused the world to quake
Cause combined with your strength
And determined length
Of time you've focused on you
You'll come out unbeatable
And your fears defeat-able
And to you you'll always stay true

I've been thinking lately
That not everything is correctly
Thought over or treasured
Stuck in the endeavored
Nine to five schedule
That most claim is the devil
And can't seem to think
That there's more than ink
On a paycheck
Or a car wreck
We convince ourselves
To put feelings on shelves
And disregard all
That don't fall
Right into place
Right in our face
And keep us from working
Or keep us lurking
Around for a better us
Longer than we fuss
Or believe we must
Stuck in our lust
From clubs and dancing
To money and prancing
Pretending we're better
Than those who write a letter
Out of hopes to reach someone
And get help for what we've done
I hope we wake up
And fill our cup
With hope and happiness
With fun and a happy dance
Rather than judgement
And being hellbent
On being hateful
Be joyful
And live.

There's lots of things out there that seem to tough

Like painting, singing, building and most of all love

We're in this world to write our stories

With influences like drugs, people, and signs from above

We'll turn our backs on the things we see

And our hearts will be our guide to write our stories

The stories with others that will intertwine

Mix and mingle, fight and hold, to fight our fears and sooth our worries.

Show us all the right way to go

And be there with us, through the thick and the thin

To show our emotions.  I'm tired of keeping it in.

To keep us strong, when the happiest part of us is our grin