Depression

They say "Happiness is a choice"
I can't even get out of bed
Much less make the choice to use my voice
And decide not to fill my head with lead.

"How can you be depressed when you have it so well?"
Well, it's a sickness that creeps up into my mind
It sits there, making me feel I have nobody left to tell
It makes my world dark and my vision blind.

Anxiety comes along side of the darkness in my mind
Making me question myself and my ability to speak
I don't know how to get out of this tight bind
I think I'm reaching my fucking peak

I feel like I'm constantly sleepwalking
The world feeling fake and in a dream-like state
Danger comes with every turn, I feel it stalking
It makes me dizzy; Sometimes I can't even walk straight.