It's Called Depression
It's Called Depression
I'm just one million pieces
Such an easy problem to solve
A life spent pretending
That God loves me from above
I'm a shattered old dusty mirror
Which even my shadow does not reflect
I'm an ocean born of sorrow
For this life I am the reject
A dull ache never leaves my heart
For tomorrow's liberty never releases
From trying to claw my way back from hell
Hiding those wrists with blood stained sleeves
So they say it's called depression
But you cannot give a name to everything in one's life
As it's something that engulfs an entire soul
An entity impossible to beat in this fight
The scars it has left that are external
Compare not to the pain buried deep inside
As it is born of a torturous evil nature
I am now forever death's lost and lonely bride