When the depression hits I suddenly become empty It's like the world around me has stopped spinning Life becomes dull And at this point I would do anything to feel something Because the nothing is killing me But then after awhile When the nightmares start to fade And my world resumes its rotation All of the emotions start rushing back And at this point I would do anything to go back to feeling Nothing
I got nothing. Nothing I wanna say to you. Nothing that says what I'm going through. All the pain is unreal because I can't be this sad. Just one day of happiness, is that too much to ask?
Think what you like. I like what I think. I like when I sink deep into the pink. Feeling better than ever on my final day, Is the only way I can say what I have to say.
Goodbye to you all. Goodbye to this world. Goodbye to the bad times and forget me for sure.
Our premeditations are spontaneous happenings Expressing itself in tense repititions. naggingly, seemingly stuck in ruttage but really a strategy of suggestedness In a select position. Spinning ideas collected for comfort A platter of minute individualistics Not so plain to see But relevant anyway
