Depression

Depression

How can I tell you how I really feel
When I don't know myself
Take this pill it will help
Smoke this spliff it won't hurt
My mind is clouded
By the smoke of my depression
This thing, object or man
It's stifling my progression
Life's a lesson
If you don't learn quick you'll be buried alive
That's pretty much how I feel
Screaming, crying, hurting
There's nothing I can do
Until someone digs me up
I see the light
I'm so happy to see you
You've come to save me
From the depths of my despair
Now I’m standing on the chair

The rope begins to choke
His minds no longer broke
The lesson of life has spoke.