Stuck on a feelin’
Unfortunately it’s apathy
that grips me
With a bit of irony
I have no will to be set free
The point I fail to see
Emotional purgatory
Reality obscured by allegory
A story so gory
Elicits a convulsion of fuck it
What is dead can’t be killed
In the grim reaper’s face I retort suck it
What is robotic can’t be thrilled
What is burnt can’t be chilled
What is hopeless can’t be willed
What is restless can’t be stilled
What is worthless can’t be billed
What is drowning can’t be gilled
What is vacuous can’t be filled
What is rotted can’t be milled
Disable the alarm
Slap away every outstretched arm
Long to be forgotten on the farm
Depression is never cured
To the darkness countless can relate
Empathize with those condemned to endure
By sharing mine, others pain I hope to placate
I’d like to proffer hope and change
But my eyes belie no matter how my smile I arrange
Every try is pathetically wry
Depression synonymous with suppression
An army of stoics
Wearing mask of heroics
What’s inside
Must be fortified
Or be classified
Insanely certified
It’s what's implied
So repression feels justified
Slowing becoming ossified
Another member of humanity nullified
And begins yearning for the escape offered by suicide
But I don’t want that for me
Or anyone
I will not be depression’s sacrificial son
Not just the war will be won
The number of battles lost must be none
So give me a shout
And let it all out
Cuz I care if don’t nobody else care
No need to be scared
Your condition is far from rare
So my soul I bare
So you know you’re not the only one out there