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Depression

 



It sucked up big times

And I’m here with big smiles

I knew it was an indication

I think I’m in depression

 

They praised me for my hard work

My face smiled like a dork

Couldn’t bother much, fruitless compulsion

I assume I’m in depression

 

Insides crumbled and shattered

I’m cleaning up after the promotion party leftovers

It hit me with the frustration

I know I’m in depression

 

That old scar – I cried my eyes out

“Let’s go over 100,” my lungs shout

Mood swings are the only solution

In every situation, I’m in depression

 

He asked me, “Hey, all cool?”

Down shoulders, I replied, “All good”

Couldn’t trust him with the answer, lost passion

Couldn’t agree more, I’m in depression

 

She spilled the coffee by mistake

I showered her with anger for nobody’s sake

Guilt killed me, and more agitation

I confirmed I’m in depression

 

I opened up the cupboard

My guitar wanted to jump into my arms

I slammed the door off with overwhelming emotion

Yes, I’m in depression

 

The world is flowing forward

My mind’s jumping backward

Yet I’m standing here, without commotion

Yeah… I’m in depression

 

-Kayanpri




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