Depression Day One

Depression pressure hits different when it’s pressing on the last piece of your mental Stressing through the physical Trying to rebound the fiscal And always escape the usual, cycle perpetual Life flow better when its contextual Depression It will turn you off but I’m trying to decide how to press on and press forward But how do I still end up at times going backwards Like I’m trying to dig myself out of this problem but I’m really digging my own grave And the danger isn’t so grave when you always sleep in the dark Feels like I’m building an ark, no one believes my story or can understand what I’m going through Thoughts of just pushing the knife through Then switching over to this is something I can get through But, it’s like a forever cycle that’s never threw So, I throw up my thoughts from the sickness of life I just want to be better, but tomorrow isn’t so bright So, when they ask me how I’m feeling I always say “aight” The weight is anything but light, so I guess that’s why it feels like someone turned off the lights My life feels like a whole lot of might’s, maybe’s, and we’ll sees Because the darkness around me has me drowning at sea By myself so when I wave I hope the waves come back at me calmly p.s. I wish I could live a normal day…