Some days
It’s hard to find
A reason
To get out of bed
The depression claws
At me
Begging me
To just stay there
Sink into the darkness
And disappear
But I don’t want to
Do that
Not again
Because I know this
Darkness
I know this
Depression
I know what it’s like
And I know
That nothing will get better
If I give up
So I’ll keep on fighting
And I’ll persevere
Until
Day by day
The darkness grows brighter
The depression grows weaker
And the hope
The hope grows stronger
As I stood there
Crying in the rain
I stopped and stared
At the sunset before me
My tears fell faster
As I remembered
The feel of his arms
Around me
And thought of how
Distant he’s been
Look
I’m sick and tired of all this shit and pretending
Look
I’m sick and tired of all the fairytale endings
Look
I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive like this
But look
What’s wrong?
Said the snake to the songbird.
What’s wrong, little songbird?
Why don’t you sing me a song?
You see,
Said the songbird to the snake.
You see, I’m tired of running away.
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