Post by Seth on Jul 10, 2004 0:25:25 GMT -5
There are all kinds of depression, some comes from torment and emotional pain, it can come from lack of faith and/or love; nobody to devote even a little time to you...
And another form is when someone dear to you is so lost in dejection, and as hard as you try you can't seem to make a difference...
I'm going through that with my mom, whom the world is cruely destroying and there isn't anything I can do. It makes me feel so useless, you know...
And another form is when someone dear to you is so lost in dejection, and as hard as you try you can't seem to make a difference...
I'm going through that with my mom, whom the world is cruely destroying and there isn't anything I can do. It makes me feel so useless, you know...
I witnessed the suicide of you for too long.
This need of yours to drink yourself into early death.
To you, the will to live has faded and simply doesn't matter anymore.
And you know, your depression is totally related.
I understand how much this world sucks.
I know fate enjoys playing with our emotions.
I get how lonely being alone can feel.
The world isn't fun and games, most of the time the bad guy wins...
Clouds darken and days are grim,
Feeling the downest when family isn't around.
I've tasted the salty tears as they rolled down my cheeks.
The feel of defeat and unimportance has washed over me before,
I know the feeling like the back of my hand.
I understand the depths of complete disaster,
The bitterness of hate and frustration.
I've been to Hell and escaped with scars of times spent cutting.
I can see the look of longing and shattered dreams, clearer than I see the rest of the world...
...I just can't see how you can choose them over me.
This need of yours to drink yourself into early death.
To you, the will to live has faded and simply doesn't matter anymore.
And you know, your depression is totally related.
I understand how much this world sucks.
I know fate enjoys playing with our emotions.
I get how lonely being alone can feel.
The world isn't fun and games, most of the time the bad guy wins...
Clouds darken and days are grim,
Feeling the downest when family isn't around.
I've tasted the salty tears as they rolled down my cheeks.
The feel of defeat and unimportance has washed over me before,
I know the feeling like the back of my hand.
I understand the depths of complete disaster,
The bitterness of hate and frustration.
I've been to Hell and escaped with scars of times spent cutting.
I can see the look of longing and shattered dreams, clearer than I see the rest of the world...
...I just can't see how you can choose them over me.
