Depression Is a Liar
The tears I cried tonight won't matter in the morning
The story isn't over, but this chapter has been haunting
You come into my life and find a way to make me feel low
You take control of my mind and see everything I don't want to show
Sometimes you wait in the background and are ready to pounce
You find a way to rock my boat just as I think I'm too steady to drown
Just as I think I'm doing ok, you find a way to take away my power
Some days you leave me unable to get out of bed or shower
When you're close to me, I tend to push away the people I love the most
I have to make excuses to them as to why we haven't spoke
Sometimes I don't leave the house for weeks at a time
You have the ability to make me feel weak in my mind
When I do see my friends, and we Link in parks, I feel sad about how you took away Chester
I didn't know him personally, but I promise for his memory that I'll beat you and get better
because no celebrity death has hit me harder than when Chester passed
Maybe you wouldn't be here with me if I had a better past
You attacked me when you saw I was vulnerable and weak
But you're now finding out that I won't be beat
I got back up every single time that you knocked me down
Depression is a liar, because I am worth something and I finally know this now
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