My emotions are high
My thoughts are racing
But my hands refuse to let go
As my words are rocky and my phrases rough
This feeling is new to me
A Depression that adapts and changes
One that shows no comfort
And consumes you whole
How do I deal with such a foe
I'm unaware and afraid
As it is cunning and smart
Using my mind against me
I fear the worst will come
From the weight of this confusion
My legs are shaking
And the knife has been sharpened
Blood is what my depression wants
Blood is what my depression needs
My Blood given to it by me
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
My emotions are high
My thoughts are racing
But my hands refuse to let go
As my words are rocky and my phrases rough
This feeling is new to me
A Depression that adapts and changes
One that shows no comfort
And consumes you whole
How do I deal with such a foe
I'm unaware and afraid
As it is cunning and smart
Using my mind against me
I fear the worst will come
From the weight of this confusion
My legs are shaking
And the knife has been sharpened
Blood is what my depression wants
Blood is what my depression needs
My Blood given to it by me
