Dear depression, it's a discretion, there was a time when it just mattered about the first impression, but it's still impressive that I'm still alive, it's just a matter of time, before the reaper comes to get me and set me free, just let me be, that's all I want it to be, is just to be free. There was a time when I didnt care about nothing, until we became a pair. You made me so happy, until you broke my heart and threw me away and said just scrap me, yah I used to be happy, that must come as a surprise to you, because your out here fooling around, but really your the fool around here, that's what seems to appear, but when you said it was over, it brought a tear, it tore me apart, just like an old piece of art. Maybe I should just do it for you and pull the trigger, because no one else is going to do it for you. I used to think bigger, but I guess it's impossible and will always just be a figure, maybe just a figure of my imagination, theres a key that holds all the information, it's just a displacement, my heart is just like an empty basement. Yah, when I got my heart broken, it was just misplaced or maybe it was just a disgrace, i had tears running down as if I got maced. It really breaks your heart when your own mother tells you your a disgrace and your going to a bad place, dear depression. I just need something to take this edge off, I'm just a fuckin waste of achievement, maybe I should put this gun up to my head and squeeze it, cuase lord knows I know I ain't been no saint, but tell me what I did to deserve this pain, tell me what I did to deserve this hurt, cause all I did was put everyone else first, because these days I just dont feel shit, I dont feel anything at all, I dont feel like I exist that's why I need my fix, so I can just feel something, try to describe the word empty, try to describe the word nothing, oh wait fuck that, write it on my forehead, defective out of commission, I'm sick of it, losing myself, I'm sick of it, check my fingerprints, you'll see how little the percentage is. I've given it all and so much more, everyone still walking out that door. The sleeping pills dont work, the healing pills wont work, I still feel pain with the pain pills and now those same pills dont work, if I dont get a couple percs, I'm about to go berserk. I swear to god nobody can fix this shit, not even the church. Now tell me what good would a pastor do? Except be mad at you, and tell you that you've sinned a bunch of times, but I've forgiven you, you know they wont admit it to you, and god himself has forbidden it, but its prolly half the shit the priest committed. Okay ask me one more time how the fuck I feel, before I lose my fuckin mind. Step aside I need the pills, step aside I need the zanies, step aside I need the vicodin and I'll be on my way, so I can just get back my life again. You do not give a shit, stop pretending, stop lying, to you I'm just a check bitch, just a dollar sign. Another vaca with the kids, you couldn't be prouder and all you had to do was ask me how I feel for an hour. See that's the problem with pretentious technicalities, you preach insanity, then expect my weekly salary, so tell me who's the crazy person now bitch and yet you think you qualify to treat me, but they say you can lie to the world, but not the man in the mirror, so keep it real with your self, because I see people plummet, cause they dumb and never keep it 100. You can do coke, smoke dope, drink alcohol that will leave your body dry with no hope, dear depression. People told me that I was doing the right thing and being a good Christian, I put everyone else first but it seems like I'm still missin, you wanted me to be bigger, but I guess I'm just a failure, maybe I should read the bigger text, maybe I should just write it out on a big check, because all I've been is depressed, just stressed. Yah, I was just tryna bost my emotions, but everyone turning there back feeling like a ghost, I'm the one that did the most. I was hurt, maybe I should just pull the trigger, bury me 6ft under in a Hurst.