Haven’t been happy in so long,

Tryna numb the pain with hits of the bong.

I can’t breathe, these emotions are way too strong.

Find myself isolating, this world is not where I belong.

 

Been on antidepressants to no avail.

Tried to deceive myself, that was a fail. 

Pretended they work, but I’ve been lying. 

Constantly find myself awake at 3 am crying.

 

There’s unresolved trauma from my past,

A Xanax sets my mind free, I hope it will last. 

The pain is too deep for therapy to heal,

The drugs make it so I don’t have to feel.

I recognize it’s such an unhealthy way to cope,

Because when the relief subsides, I again lose hope.

 

I’m not sure what to do, but one thing seems clear.

There’s only one way to escape, no, I won’t shed a tear. 

Death sounds peaceful, and that’s not a question,

Life’s not worth living with permanent depression.