I can’t see, I try but I can’t
Without all those colours, life is bland
Everything has turned to grey
From happiness to dismay
In the blink of an eye
Time to say goodbye
To your perfect little life
It’s turned into a struggle to survive
But my problem is my head
Not those two eyes of mine
I think my brain is dead
My eyes are working just fine
I envy those around me
Enjoying their lives, being free
Whilst I’m trapped in a grey environment
All dark, blurry and violent
Streams of tears trickle down my face
Are those tears or is it blood?
I should check, just in case
For I can’t distinguish one from the other
Then how am I ever to discover?
I’m full of open gashes
They hurt and I see flashes
Of my past, catching up to me
Leave me alone, I desperately plead
The present is still haunting my body
The future looks the same, a carbon copy
Full of hate, despair and depression
Introspection is the name of this session
Please don’t use discretion for your self-expression
Not a single concession it’s your possession
Say no to oppression, no to suppression
For you have to help yourself here
It’s a difficult road to get rid of the fear
To be free from the the thought
The one that your depression brought
The one occupying all of your brain
Screaming “YOU’RE NOTHING, YOU’RE INSANE!”
You’re stronger than that,
Please just have a little chat
About your issues, with anyone you trust
Your problems will decrease when discussed
Don’t stay colourblind,
There’s too much you’re missing
Open up to people, don’t stay hidden
Depression is colourblind too
No matter how you look, it’ll find you
Do you know how long it look
For me to discover what was wrong?
Way longer than I could stay strong
But I figured it out, no I haven’t
I preach this advice, but my mind is still absent
Still struggling, but I think I know what to do
How to actually fix this, oh I wish I knew
It’s certainly hard, it’s a struggle
Chucking around all these emotions
Don’t even know how to juggle
I let them all fall, they crack and break
Don’t have emotions anymore,
All I do is fake
I envy those around me
Enjoying their lives, being free
Whilst I’m trapped in a grey environment
All dark, blurry and violent
Streams of tears trickle down my face
Are those tears or is it blood?
I should check, just in case
For I can’t distinguish one from the other
Then how am I ever to discover?
What I feel like
Who I am
This whole thing called life is a scam
It’s not what they told me it’d be
Or is it too soon, when will I be free?
When will I see colours, I don’t understand
They ask about my favourite colour, I pretend
“Oh it’s blue, or red or something..”
I know it’s wrong, I feel disgusting
I shouldn’t lie, I need to speak
As life keeps looking bleak
Don’t know how long I’ll survive
Not just pretend to live a life
I want to enjoy, laugh and discover
Not having to recover
From thinking for too long
That’s just what is wrong
I’m sick, so sick
From myself I’m so thick
I know what is wrong, but assistance?
I’d rather have some distance
Settled on coexistence
Gave up any persistence or resistance
Along the way,
The cost is that everything stays grey
Everything tastes the same
I claim I’m not to blame
I live in shame,
Seeing who I became
I became weak, a grey character
Not knowing if I’m good or bad
Doesn’t matter, not a competitor
Simply breathing, going mad
It’ll be alright, it’ll sort itself out
Keep telling yourself that friend
As you drown in this drought
Of emotions
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
I can’t see, I try but I can’t
Without all those colours, life is bland
Everything has turned to grey
From happiness to dismay
In the blink of an eye
Time to say goodbye
To your perfect little life
It’s turned into a struggle to survive
But my problem is my head
Not those two eyes of mine
I think my brain is dead
My eyes are working just fine
I envy those around me
Enjoying their lives, being free
Whilst I’m trapped in a grey environment
All dark, blurry and violent
Streams of tears trickle down my face
Are those tears or is it blood?
I should check, just in case
For I can’t distinguish one from the other
Then how am I ever to discover?
I’m full of open gashes
They hurt and I see flashes
Of my past, catching up to me
Leave me alone, I desperately plead
The present is still haunting my body
The future looks the same, a carbon copy
Full of hate, despair and depression
Introspection is the name of this session
Please don’t use discretion for your self-expression
Not a single concession it’s your possession
Say no to oppression, no to suppression
For you have to help yourself here
It’s a difficult road to get rid of the fear
To be free from the the thought
The one that your depression brought
The one occupying all of your brain
Screaming “YOU’RE NOTHING, YOU’RE INSANE!”
You’re stronger than that,
Please just have a little chat
About your issues, with anyone you trust
Your problems will decrease when discussed
Don’t stay colourblind,
There’s too much you’re missing
Open up to people, don’t stay hidden
Depression is colourblind too
No matter how you look, it’ll find you
Do you know how long it look
For me to discover what was wrong?
Way longer than I could stay strong
But I figured it out, no I haven’t
I preach this advice, but my mind is still absent
Still struggling, but I think I know what to do
How to actually fix this, oh I wish I knew
It’s certainly hard, it’s a struggle
Chucking around all these emotions
Don’t even know how to juggle
I let them all fall, they crack and break
Don’t have emotions anymore,
All I do is fake
I envy those around me
Enjoying their lives, being free
Whilst I’m trapped in a grey environment
All dark, blurry and violent
Streams of tears trickle down my face
Are those tears or is it blood?
I should check, just in case
For I can’t distinguish one from the other
Then how am I ever to discover?
What I feel like
Who I am
This whole thing called life is a scam
It’s not what they told me it’d be
Or is it too soon, when will I be free?
When will I see colours, I don’t understand
They ask about my favourite colour, I pretend
“Oh it’s blue, or red or something..”
I know it’s wrong, I feel disgusting
I shouldn’t lie, I need to speak
As life keeps looking bleak
Don’t know how long I’ll survive
Not just pretend to live a life
I want to enjoy, laugh and discover
Not having to recover
From thinking for too long
That’s just what is wrong
I’m sick, so sick
From myself I’m so thick
I know what is wrong, but assistance?
I’d rather have some distance
Settled on coexistence
Gave up any persistence or resistance
Along the way,
The cost is that everything stays grey
Everything tastes the same
I claim I’m not to blame
I live in shame,
Seeing who I became
I became weak, a grey character
Not knowing if I’m good or bad
Doesn’t matter, not a competitor
Simply breathing, going mad
It’ll be alright, it’ll sort itself out
Keep telling yourself that friend
As you drown in this drought
Of emotions
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