Believe in what you do.
Follow the mantra that deceives
what’s right for you
and when roaming through the dark
rummaging through the night
unsteady
(but you’re fucking ready)
you’re gonna take the plight
time to get ya head right
but all you can think
floating in your pool of thoughts, is:
“I’m gonna sink before I can swim
And what will the others think?”
This way of life stinks.
And what the others don’t see
is the reasons we feel this way
when longing for a holiday
to Spain, say
maybe that’s a way
to stop the pain
but then somehow we take comfort in the rain
And we feel life’s going down the drain
completing the same patterns
over and over again
trying to break the habit.
Am I insane?
or is this all just in my brain?
Then there’s the days which are all the same
days when we feel we can
and days when we feel we can’t;
feeling worthless, holding reality in disdain.
Depression is a shit stain.