Depression

im feeling like I'm losing this fight, pain is brewed in my mind .

In a battle with heavy artillery and I'm armed with a knife.

If sleep is for the weak, call me Hercules.

future seems bleak, I'm a circus freak.

I know u think I'm rhyming for props and attention,

But I'm at my wits end and could use some affection.

Why do I rely on these pills just to ease up the tension?

Why the fuck I gotta take Zoloft to beat my depression?

It's like you're stuck in the matrix, reality on a script

These fucking doctors prescribe it but don't really know shit.

Feeling half dead and tears just won't fall,

Y'all all walking and I'm feeling destined to crawl.

And why the fuck do I have all this anger and rage?

Feel this guilt for no reason, feel embarrassed, ashamed.

I need help and I reach out with a pen and a page.

Write my final goodbyes before I splatter my brains

Maybe it's seems too intense, extreme or insane,

But this is what this illness does, tonight I dig my own grave.