Depression is the singer
Singing lullaby’s to me
Early in the morning.
Depression is the band
Living next door,
Practicing late at night,
Keeping me awake
With the beats of a drum.
Depression is the love song
I think about
when I think of you.
Depression makes the music,
That I hold dear to me,
Into the banging of a gong
That never stops ringing.
Depression is the storm
Late at night,
That no one can see.
For they sleep peacefully
In the warmth of their sheets.
While I slowly die of the cold.
Depression is the tsunami
That destroys everything I love.
It carries my hopes away,
On a stream
That leads off a cliff.
I can’t retrieve my sanity.
And sadly I think,
Depression will **** me.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
Depression is the singer
Singing lullaby’s to me
Early in the morning.
Depression is the band
Living next door,
Practicing late at night,
Keeping me awake
With the beats of a drum.
Depression is the love song
I think about
when I think of you.
Depression makes the music,
That I hold dear to me,
Into the banging of a gong
That never stops ringing.
Depression is the storm
Late at night,
That no one can see.
For they sleep peacefully
In the warmth of their sheets.
While I slowly die of the cold.
Depression is the tsunami
That destroys everything I love.
It carries my hopes away,
On a stream
That leads off a cliff.
I can’t retrieve my sanity.
And sadly I think,
Depression will **** me.
