Pressure from depression

They say you've got to have a reason

A reason to be depressed.

But what if you don't even know?

And your smile it used to glow.

But now there's only the dark

Even in your art.

There's gotta be a reason,they say

You can hold it at bay.

Everything is just so gray

I don't even want to stay.

I'm just adrift

They say this life is a gift.

This smile, its makeshift

Like I'm on the graveyard shift.

My bones are just tired

I want to be retired.

The pressure from depression

I can't even speak in a therapy session.

It sinks below the skin.

This metal is so thin

But yet how it slices and tears.

It leaves scars on the skin.

So I'll just fake a grin.

The panic builds in my chest

It's such a pest.

How I wish to rest

I'm just so stressed.

My eyes are so heavy

This exhaustion so deadly.

But the nightmares are so scary

I'm just not ready.

And so I'll sigh

I whisper I'm ready to die

Then I'll begin to cry

I wish to be high.

There I'll never feel

The depression it can kill.

If only for a while

I'll be able to smile.

But the drugs aren't a cure

I am pretty sure.

I'll take a chance

Within this sword dance.

I wish to fly

But I'm caught in a cats eye.

So mark my words,

Here I'll lie.

This grave is cold

Underneath the stone

There are my bones

It's where my heart lies.

And i thought i could trust

But thats all turned to rust.