Bottle of Depression

I'm on this bottle, They call it depression, Gotta face my inner battles, I can't show my expression. Started my regression, To help stop my aggression, Holding it back, All these tears, Holding onto my fears. With you bearing my witness, I gotta straighten up, Even if my demons, Don't help me see it thru, Keep on finding my inner youth, Got too many problems to spare, I wanna take, That whole bottle down, Thanks to my depression, Family of addicts, Whom are on my mind, Mom spent her days, In the bar smokin,drinking, So we throw our hands up, We kept thinkin, She was never leavin, Chasing this bottle , Once more, Makes me feel good, And somewhat numb, Deep within my thoughts, I'm drinkin, Ended up slippin, Hearts still breakin Tellin myself don't be hang in, Wanna pick up the phone, Wanna pack up all my clothes, My head is messed up, My depression knocks me down, Needing some balance, All I wanna do is throw that bottle down, Stuck in my battles, I'm stuck in this bottle of depression!