With depression and anxiety there’s no such thing as sobriety
The cells in Nate are rioting like prisoners out of their cells fighting
I lay here wide awake five hours past eight
Thinking about all my mistakes and how I’m not really that great
How I feel so alone even though I share my home
How I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up on a throne
Contemplating suicide gets harder to hide
Each day the thought creeps a little further inside and I can’t stop it I’ve tried
I used to never consider it because of those who’d miss me when I’m gone
But now when I think about it I don’t think they’ll miss me long
As I overthink and work my mind overtime
My brain gets weak and my health declines
Maybe one day I’ll be fine but until then I’ll spend my days crying
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
With depression and anxiety there’s no such thing as sobriety
The cells in Nate are rioting like prisoners out of their cells fighting
I lay here wide awake five hours past eight
Thinking about all my mistakes and how I’m not really that great
How I feel so alone even though I share my home
How I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up on a throne
Contemplating suicide gets harder to hide
Each day the thought creeps a little further inside and I can’t stop it I’ve tried
I used to never consider it because of those who’d miss me when I’m gone
But now when I think about it I don’t think they’ll miss me long
As I overthink and work my mind overtime
My brain gets weak and my health declines
Maybe one day I’ll be fine but until then I’ll spend my days crying