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Talkin' Bout Depression
Some days I only hear the saddest songs
They resonate and vibrate in my mind
Like an organ in a cathedral
Everything I see shaded in hues of blue
Moving like I’m under water
The movement of things aren’t slowed
But strained
As if the world is spinning in protest
To what, I can’t say
That’s part of the frustration
All the times I feel this way
Without explanation
It’s easy to disbelieve
When in this state
To lose all confidence
Not only in myself
But everything else
Shut down before you break down
Escapism, denial, and dissociation
Can be more powerful and tempting
Then you ever wished to admit
I cry and I whine and I yell
Beat my fists upon my body
At the motion
Bogged down and nearly
Broken
The difference now between then
Is I fuckin’ fight this feeling
With all my might, ya dig?
Because when you find yourself buried
That’s all you can do is dig
Either that or let yourself drown
But I’ve let myself down
Plenty of times in the past
And after spending so much time
In the darkness alone
I cherish the chatter of the people
In the sunshine
