Smoke Colored Bench

if

If someone held a gun to your head

Would you beg them to take your life?

If someone gave you a razor

Would you cut yourself?

If someone gave you a noose

Would you kick the stool?

If you say you're so depressed

Then why didn't you answer yes to any of the questions?

Depression isn't a game

It's a mental illness

That takes over your thoughts

Suffocating you in its vice-like grip

So why are you tossing the word around in our conversations

Like we are playing catch

Why are you saying Im depressed

When you couldn't define the word if you tried

When you couldn't even begin to describe how I feel if you tried

But maybe

Just maybe

If you weren't so obsessed with hearing your own voice

Then you would know

Im happy

If someone held a gun to my head

I would beg them to spare me

Because I know I haven't done enough in my life

If someone gave me a razor

I would use it to cut the ropes

You bound around me heart

So you could drag me down

If someone gave me a noose

I would take all my dark thoughts

all my hatred

And leave them hanging from the rafters

So next time you tell me

That Im depressed

I would like for you to know

The only depressing thing in my life

Is my inability to tell you the truth about how I actually feel