Somedays It's Good
Somedays it’s good
Somedays it’s bad
Somedays it’s bearable
Most days i’m sad
Thats how your brain works when you’re depressed
Trapped in your mind struggling alone. Depressed
It’s hard to tell you how I feel
When all I want is to bleed, I kneel
I hate how it separates myself from the rest
In a crowd yet alone, my minds not the best
I wish to not have this I despise it so much
The self-loathing self-hatred, breakdowns
I can’t take it it’s all too much
As it changes my mood and I cease to be me
Replaced by an irritable depressed confused version of me.
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