From day to day
From time to time
We all repeat the same steps
In this process we call life.

You make me so happy, but I'll never tell you, cause my feelings are confidential... And my moods temperamental...

A cemetery is a dark, cold,  dreary place...
Where I can bury all my thoughts and emotions unable to broadcast on my face...

"So what does depression feel like"*

It feels like trying to run through the sand after you have just climbed out of the ocean.

Like trying desperately to hang on to the merry-go-round spinning out of control.

Like struggling to keep your head above water in a wave pool.

Like trying to climb up a steep slide and slipping down just as you almost reach the top.

Like gasping for air after you've had the wind knocked out of you.

Like having a crush on life knowing life will never like you back.

Do you understand now?

Would you look at that!
You chewed me up then spat.
Although, I'm not surprised.
It wasn't as if you were disguised.
You're well known for your stupids act
but of course I thought I could get you on track.
I'm a pest, I get it.
I'm tightly knit.
Won't spread my legs
or drink out of kegs.
I'm the good girl who never strays
even after you've tried for days.
You made a bet
now you're beginning to sweat.
Because its not happening
must be saddening.
100 bucks down the drain
I'm guessing now you wish you had a brain.