Depression is like a drug, once you have it, you end up with other issues you want it to stop
but you don't know how to kick the habit. Of never waking up on time never really wanting to do things staying up past midnight and contemplating life and death situations.
'Cause everything feels like a weight on you and nothing ever motivates you to do what you need to
And life always feels like it's chucking rocks at you
Constantly debating what it would be like if you were someone or somewhere else other than Who or where you are now
'Cause life didn't give you a choice
It didn't tell you to pick the family you have or to pick the future you get
It just said here have these people and this choice of living based off where we put you 'cause you are always going to feel stuck here in this dead-end town with its dead-end people, maybe going out of town for 1 of 5 things
1. Vacation 2. Family 3. Business 4. Jobs and 5. Travel
You get those options because no matter what you'll always be stuck here either by heart and soul or body and existence
You don't get to choose whether or not you want depression
It's just always there living in you like how life was given to you on accident or on purpose
You didn't get to choose your family so why should you get to choose your mental state that comes with them either?
Depression is like a drug it's a new feeling at first but then you get used to it and give up your life for it whether you want to or not
You can try to stop but why would you? Nobody cares anyway.
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The Days With No Sun
PoesíaSometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
