| They say depression is an illness I say mine is me My depressed self is who I am It�s all I have ever been It�s all I�ll ever be No escaping that My pessimistic attitude My negative comments My hopeless ideas When it comes to me There is no positive scrap of me I may be positive for others But it�s impossible for me That�s where my hypocritical existence comes from Can�t escape Don�t know if I want to It�s like a person who�s been in prison for years Once they get out, they can�t manage to live Once you enter the prison bars of depression There�s no life outside the bars for some Caged forever A life in captivity Only way to escape Is by death The question is Slow and long or Short and fast? |
| Who I am |