It's wild, isn't it? How deep our thoughts can go, How the thunder storm won't ever seem to go away, The storm floods out of the eyes, Happiness is a foreign concept and a social construct.
People say, "it gets better". I simply scream at them, "When". I think you fail to see that the future doesn't exist It is always the present But I fail to see the present as a gift.
Society medicates itself to turn the darkness into a lighter shade of gray But sometimes, the color gradates from black, to gray, to white in one swift gulp.
Do I have hope for the depressed? I have to. I have to have enough hope for the both of us They cannot see it I see it for them
Examine the depths of your mind or don't. It will be fatal either way.