My Great Depression
it's like the agony of defeat, a tragedy so discreet
a feeling so vivid dreaming would grab you away from sleep
your sanity would decrease, and drag you into the street
and make you sit there until the embarassment makes you weak
no parents for you to seek, independecy have arrived
way quicker than you expected, identity was denied
with a tendency now to die, cause your family has abandoned you
the damage too overwhelming...health doesn't command of you
damn it you were sposed to have a life of bliss and happiness
but righteousness just lacks a bit despite the shit you fathom with
so i write to pass the fits i go through, then my mind decides
to pick apart my faults and place them inside my eyes
like the fact im unemployed and im sleeping from 9-5
a single male, the girl i tried to love she just denied my time
i ask myself, Why am I prone to being alone
and my conscience replies, god just wants to see if you’ll hold
yourself together through these hard times you needed it to grow
or make a deal with the devil and release him your soul
it’s easy you know, giving up, this is what a human does
the reason hell remains around cause evilness is use to us
youth it sucks, and negativity nessles where infants nap
from day one it steals it’s moral and doesn’t give it back
this is fact, high esteem is so hard to find and keep
im so immersed in depression now there’s no better inside of me
finally, im spilling the beans, and wish that this was a dream
but it’s not it’s the map to my life god inflicted on me
the gift to be 23 is coming and here’s what I got
tears and a plot, insomniac, with a fear for the cops
no coins for the laundry mat, when there’s a cheers on the block
cause I’d rather use my last bucks for a beer and a shot
it appears that I’ve stopped caring, to search for my lost parents
it’s not fair and discrimination just isn’t job sharing
im lost scared and on the edge of a cliff ready to slip
haven’t slept in some shit, my eyes are feeling heavy as bricks
my heads in a mix, I took eleven extacy hits
depressed as a bitch, well everything except for my dick
erect from the shit I took drugs help me escape yo
the scapegoat to society, sobriety helps me stay broke
i hate folks that stare at me in this parody paradise
im rare to nice things and all I own is a pair of dice
you can have em if you want em I’ll offer you the fairest price
a couple dollars I needed to eat, please! Help spare my life
i love the air at night, it’s helps me relax but soon I’ll be frieghtened
cause im scared of the dark, but it helps the aptitude of my writing
the attitude of a viking but without a base of weapons
im a nomad, if you need direction it just takes a second
inflamed agression, a great depression, I really hate congestion
so this is it, overdosing- let’s see if it makes impression
i fall asleep and awake undressed in...an unfamiliar place
still alive but covered in blood you see it drips my face
in a state of disbelief, I black out as god has planned
i awake and see the light, will I survive, not a chance
there's a lot of people at the end of it i stop and glance
i hated my life, but it seems that He made a plot to stand
thinking that I made it to heaven, I hear “push” with a lot of chants
i see my parents smiling...tears!!!...
then I fall in the doctors hands
Pandoras Box
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