Clouded with rage,
overloaded with hate,
yet I have no idea,
as to why I feel this way,
you say you don't know what to say,
maybe you should just realize,
I'm not okay,

Maybe its just all too much,
maybe I'm just not so tough,
but I have no idea,
as to why I feel this way,

I can't take the reoccuring drama,
like kids, the chatter fills my ears,
and weakens my heart,
but nothing I try to do can reverse,
the curse of depression, thats dwelling inside me.