And it's hard to breathe
It's so hard to speak
I use my anger as a sheathe
That covers my streak
Of pain and suffering
I can't help but contemplate
That all of my acting
Is helping the ones I hate
I want to be free of this
This bond that holds me
I want to feel bliss
And wouldn't you agree
That depression is a ***
When you know too much
Then depression is a slum
That holds you like a crutch
A crutch that is broken
A crutch that will fall
Unless you're out spoken
By friends who will call
Friends who will lift your spirits
Out of your downed state
You rise to appeal it
You break through the darkness
To arrive in the light
Only to be shut down again
Taken back to where you hate
Back to the place you put me
Back to me and my depression