You ever have that dream, where you thought you were dead, because there was a perpitraitor with a gun to your head, how bout the dream where theres a shadow at the end of your bed, and no matter how much you scream, no one hears a word that you said. How bout the dream where your drowning and your gasping for air and your homies sit and watch like they just dont care, your reaching out for a hand but theress no one there. And Your feeling paralized by their devilish stare. How bout the dream in your in a group and dont know how to act, you keep trying to leave and they calling you back. And Anxieties kicking BeCause confidence is what you lack. You try to keep it together, you try to keep ot intact. Fighting depression is like fighting an addiction to crack. Not matter what you try and do it always comes back