Depression
No alcohol or drugs do my body partake,
Yet, my hands shake and tremble, and my heart's 'bout to break.
My nerves are on edge, i cry and breakdown,
All hope has long left me, even God's not around.
Thinking's a problem, and sleep i don't know,
Emotions build up, pretty soon i will blow.
Pain deep inside me, fear all about,
Darkness surrounds me, to God i do shout.
The world's on my shoulders, the weight i can't take.
Death seems a friend, i fear soon i will break.
I'm tired and weak, i don't eat or go out.
Alone i do suffer, death's release my way out.
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