Beautiful Enough To Frame

I'm Depressed

I'm depressed

And I can hear it coming round

With a sharpening of the knives

And the stinging of the sound

Of regret

Or is it just confusion

I don't know why I'm so sad

It almost feels like an illusion

But illusions can't touch you

That's the very law of which they're based

But these shapes, these nightmares

Are given a physical face

And they touch me

They push me up against a wall

They show me what I've ignored

And force me to embrace it all

I can't escape

There is nothing in my way

But my legs have turned so numb

So I sleep and give up the day

And say tomorrow

Tomorrow I'll try again

Tomorrow will be much better

I'll win before it begins

But I know

I know that I'm just running away

From the sadness

How futile

It'll just follow me to my grave

And I give up

I know this won't go away

Whether I run a thousand miles

Or never start my day

Because I've tried before

To end my own life

I've forced myself to bleed

At the end of a sharp knife

But suicide does not give me the right ending

All it really does is let me keep pretending

That if I were to go away

Everything would be fine

But the fact is

I would still stay in everyone's mind

So fuck suicide and fuck all this depression

I think it's about time to show depression

A lesson

Because if I let it get too far

There'll really be no turning back

I need to get ready and launch my first attack

Even if I'm faking it

Even if I'm making it

Seem like I'm having fun

When I really just want to quit

I will not go to bed

I will not give up the fight

I will keep fighting

Until the last night of my life