Depression Dies

You don't look forward when you're reversing sometimes we run out of track make sense of all the pain and hurting to sense more than just black the future wears a mask, confused shut down by fear understanding your past and how you got to here questions which you ask, horrid answers you must hear once you understand the past your future will appear I just have to tell you, there is no better feeling, pain you have to go through, is the only way of healing, you'll be dancing on the ceiling, for now don't quit believing