How would I describe my depression?
Well, if I had to answer such a question
I’d say sad. Confused. Mad?
Refused happiness, that sappiness is sick.
Nothing sticks, I’ve tried it all.
God said he’d guide me, but he lied,
He let me fall.
And deep inside my own hell ring,
Alone, I sing about the things
I think will get me off the brink,
But deeper yet, I sink into the pits,
The abyss where the devil sits.
He says, “If the shoe fits, then wear it.”
But the issue, it’s apparent.
We inherit a disease
That inherently deceives us.
Makes us believe we apparently
Don’t need trust.
And so, I’m thrust into a mess of emotions.
The notion of expressing my stress is hopeless.
I can’t focus on what’s best,
It’s a test that gave no notice.
A game where the opponents
Take the form of mental forces.
How am I supposed to sort this?
Am I meant to thwart this,
Or become a victim who’s depicted
As another poor statistic?
No.
No,
Enough of those awful thoughts.
I’ve got to fight, it’s not all lost.
I’ve got to start, but the hardest part
Is to light a spark when your heart is cold
And your mind is dark.
Still, I must embark on this journey.
It’s a turning point,
Will I make a flame,
Or will I keep on hurting?
Though my frame of mind is a little disconcerting,
I consider it a good thing
I can see now that my fire’s finally burning.
Sure, things may never be the same.
Life’s an ever-changing game,
Nothing settles and remains, it’s insane!
I focus so much on the past and the future,
But the present won’t last,
A few laughs won’t hurt you.
So, instead of feeling down all the time,
I now get up for the highs,
And hope that my rhymes will help me
Rise to the skies. Defying all the lies
I’ve ingrained into my mind.
Any pain that I may find,
Now means nothing cause I know
That I’ll be fine.
That is how I would describe my depression.
I hope that provided a good answer
To your question.