Depression

stopped caring, stopped complaining. I stopped giving, and started taking. Growing older, getting stronger. Living faster, living longer. Still on the grind, with a one-track mind... to fuck the world w get on with my life. Living the days, wasting away, hoping that you'll come back again. But all you do is run away. My arms are broken and my legs are weak. My head is fucked, i can barely think. I keep thinking of that day, when we'll see this through. Goddamn... All the smiles, all the handshakes... I should've known you were the fake. I fucking gave too much Just like the timeless wind blowing through the trees. My heart’s the softest drum whispering on the breeze. I gaze into the void wondering why my thoughts seem loud. Drowning out the silence of the ever growing crowd. You sigh a sigh so deep that the ocean moves in waves; Washing up on the shore with every breath you take. Waiting for time to lift your voice with words I know so right, Over the silence bringing comfort to my restless mind.