When I’m by myself and the silence is crushing
that’s when depression decides to drop by
It tells me I’m worthless, it tells me I’m nothing
My head in my hands, I try not to cry
I wonder sometimes, what it would be like
to go for a day without hating myself
And tell these bad thoughts to just take a hike
And bottle my tears, put them high on a shelf
This is a battle I never thought I’d fight
Sadness coming over me out of nowhere
But by now I’ve the heart of a war-hardened knight
And I lift up my weapons of hope and self-care
God help me, I won’t be another statistic
“They couldn’t deal with it, the world was too rough”
I’ll dismantle my feelings with methods artistic
With lyrics and verse, but will this be enough?
Can writing this down really help my depression?
I don’t understand, it’s just words on a page…
I guess it’s a visual mind-decompression
my sorrow can now, finally, exit the stage
Laying these words down, I follow my thoughts
I see where my heart goes, the paths my mind takes
Depression sneers at me with all that it’s got
But I’ll stand up and foil every move it can make
This will not destroy me, I will not retreat
And I’ll handle myself with pure, joyful grace
Lots of friends on my side, I can stay on my feet
And keep fighting on with a smile on my face