A message to the people who pretends, The guy on the bus, and the lady next to me, Last time I talked about depression, Do you really know?
How it feels that something nonexisting Eats you up and fills you with guilt? How every waking moment is a painful reminder, Of what have come and gone
Of every rejection and disdain, Of every scorn and contempt, Of every single word cutting like knives The blood inside rolling down bare skin,
Do you really know? The terrible tragedies my eyes have seen, The constant rings of dead sounds in my ears, And the memories replaying over and over,
And over and over and over Like an endless sea of perpetual agony Like the putrid breath unable to come off It sticks like a velcro on glue.
Nowhere near have you seen Nowhere near have you heard Nowhere near have you experienced The metallic taste of depression and the fear...
Of every friend and family dying Of every rejection and frustration Of everything in this whole ugly Twisted and convoluted world