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| Depression |
| A bright day outside my head But inside sometimes I wish I was dead Feeling down without knowing why At times all I want to do is cry The next moment happy as can be Is there anyone as mixed up as me? Reaching out for help despite the pain Only to find that all is in vain Taking medication to try to calm the chaos Showing the monster the true boss All the waiting is just a game To see if the monster will be tamed Not this time more ammo is needed If this mental chaos is to be beated There are some side effects to pay Like staying awake night and day Knowing mental illness is in my families past Finding the right help is the one true task. |
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