Kristin Baker Poet I do not know?

Killing the Depression

Life fades away faster
When you just don't feel like yourself
And when you don't know what's going on
And when you're caged within your own cell

When you try to explain
And try to make them understand
That you can't go on
You can't go on living like this

And when you cock back the gun
Placing it in its right position
All you can tell them
Is you were trying to kill the aggression

And they still believe
That is was all in your head
But what does it matter now?
It doesn't, 'cause you're dead

But I
I'm still alive and a mess
I'm growing old
My breath is giving less and less

So while you're free
Free of this misery and pain
I'm still here suffering
Suffering through hell again

When I tried to figure it out
When I tried to explain what went wrong
I guess I wasn't enough
I guess I took too long

And when I tried to be happy
And when I tried to be me
But I couldn't go on pretending

And when I cock back the gun
And place it in its right position
I can only tell you
That I'm trying to kill the depression

Written November 10, 2003

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