Depression
depression, it seems to be discretionary
is it ever really necessary?
to kick yourself while you're down?
slap your head and knock off your crown?
is it really sadness or an excuse to feel
do you put yourself there just to prove you're real?
snapping back and forth like a case of bi-polar
like when you've finally felt love and then somebody stole her
it's all in these hills and valleys
when you hit your low your positivity rallies
but these rallies just don't last long
so you put your sad words into another sad song
and you never really know whats wrong
where you can go for help, or where you really belong
and your anger grows the more you lose control
when you're already slippin and it slows your roll
and when the sadness pushes you below
the feeling then begins to slowly dull your glow
and inside it really hurts your heart
you're trying not explode as your falling apart
and then, just like a sprint or a dart
you run as fast as you can, just to end up at the start.
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