Crazy
I think I'm going crazy
My life has been all hazy
I've told my rhyme
Lost my chime
And I've lost my money, every single dime.
No one likes the word depression
Because it brings about such oppression
But that is what it is, or is this a false confession
But that's why I wrote these rhymes
To try and get through the hard times
Because life is hard, and sometimes
You just need to lie down.
So, I may be going crazy
And my thoughts are a bit hazy
But that is what it takes to survive in a world full...
of crazy's.
Copyright © truly lost | Year Posted 2022
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