Behind on my taxes
Got unpaid infractions
My arms full of over reactions
These aint scratches from silly little rashes
Im 25 but they say this **** passes
Im the host for which depression attaches
It makes me hate me with passion
Sometimes i feel happy but then it crashes
No reason to be sad my life isnt tragic

Does sadness have a limitation
Depressions done its best imitation
Most say its my own creation
But why would i create something so abrasive
Was i just born a little tainted
Or is this the story ive chosen to be painted
Does happiness follow the patiently waited
Does it make it to those who fake it
No part of me is ever shameless

Shame is me
Guilt chases me till i cant breathe
Its not deep enough if blood doesn't bleed
Ill never be free
Its sunken its teeth
Impossible to think
Let alone eat
Waking up beat
Makes you want to go back to sleep