Depression
It seems like an indention
A dent in my life
Like a truck
Was too late to pull to a stop
And there was nothing to do but drop
And lie flat
Let it flatten me
So I can never get up
It hit and left a mark
An imperfection
They say
A decision
They say
It's not
But it's hard to argue
When everyone's talking over you
So just come and commentate on
My descent into sadness
madness
What's the difference?
It's not going to make people understand better
Come, let's just wait
For the perfect moment
the perfect torment
When voices like mine
Start screaming in minds like mine
Regurgitating
Imitating
Reiterating
Varying speculations
on what's wrong with me
wrong in me
wrong and me
wrongme
Help me ready the hearse
To bury this curse
Once and for all
Though everyone hoped I didn't have to come along
I kept hearing that it was a choice
It didn't feel like it was
So I thought I was missing out
But now it's all good no doubt
Because I get to use the coffin I myself picked out.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
Depression
It seems like an indention
A dent in my life
Like a truck
Was too late to pull to a stop
And there was nothing to do but drop
And lie flat
Let it flatten me
So I can never get up
It hit and left a mark
An imperfection
They say
A decision
They say
It's not
But it's hard to argue
When everyone's talking over you
So just come and commentate on
My descent into sadness
madness
What's the difference?
It's not going to make people understand better
Come, let's just wait
For the perfect moment
the perfect torment
When voices like mine
Start screaming in minds like mine
Regurgitating
Imitating
Reiterating
Varying speculations
on what's wrong with me
wrong in me
wrong and me
wrongme
Help me ready the hearse
To bury this curse
Once and for all
Though everyone hoped I didn't have to come along
I kept hearing that it was a choice
It didn't feel like it was
So I thought I was missing out
But now it's all good no doubt
Because I get to use the coffin I myself picked out.
