• Depression:

    It’s a stab in the stomach
    A breath of stale air
    When it just hits you
    Widening stare

    My heart is aching
    I hurt all those close
    My mascara’s running
    My life’s getting worse

    I’m starting to shutter
    Far too close to the edge
    My hair hides my eyes
    I’m falling off the ledge

    I don’t know who I am
    I’ve quit on my dreams
    I feel the temper
    As I unstitch the seams

    My voice is uneven
    It’s trembling and dry
    My throat is a knot
    I break down and cry

    And so imagine living this life
    Every single day
    You sigh and you piss
    You snivel and pray

    It won’t get better
    But I guess it can’t get worse
    Since you’re living through life
    With an unbreakable curse