Haunted

I'm being haunted by demons I thought I'd buried
Depression is leading me to a dark place again and I'm worried
Suicidal thoughts I thought I moved past, came back with no remorse
I'm being tortured by depression, I'm tired of all these thoughts 

Depression is my toughest opponent, but I'm fighting as hard as I can
Why do people focus on my flaws and scars instead of the heart of this man?
Anytime I attacked Depression, it was me who bled
Some days I barely even have the strength to get out of bed

I've lost a lot of people because of it, and I know I'm going to lose more
I try my best to spread love even though I'm fighting this war
Bipolar, combined with depression and anxiety, makes it hard for my mind to be peaceful
I'm better off alone, depression tells me I'm not worthy of being around people

I fear love, I fear hugs,I fear trust, because they only lead to pain and darkness
We don't bleed the same, I'm heartless
It got broken so many times, I stopped trying to fix it
Seeing my dad put the drink down, was the only thing on my wish list

But he couldn't, I guess I wasn't important enough for him to do that
Spent most my childhood, inside of a foster home, wondering where my dad was at
Would I have these problems, if my parents loved me and cared?
I prefer to sleep, because my life is nothing but ugly nightmares

I slept with so many girls, to feel a connection, but I couldn't love
They just get offended when I tell them I don't like hugs
But my parents never gave me a hug, and I can't hold you, while depression has a hold of me
I'm Haunted by demons, that are trying to claim the soul of me

I'm being haunted by demons I thought I'd buried
Depression is leading me to a dark place again and I'm worried
Suicidal thoughts I thought I moved past, came back with no remorse
I'm being tortured by depression, I'm tired of all these thoughts
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Kinch  Avatar
June 6, 2017 at 3:02 PM
Alex this makes me feel sad for you. Love the way you have repeated the first verse again at the end.
Duffy Avatar
June 6, 2017 at 3:24 PM
As long as I have a pen and pad I'll be okay, so don't feel sad :) thank you :)
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