My Depression Is a Wall

My life hasn’t exactly turned out the way I had originally planned
Depression actually roams rapidly throughout my once dreamland
Is burying these emotions deep inside what I need to do?
Slowly letting them rot inside the person I once knew
Killing everything I once loved without a second thought
Me is a person it took time to realize I have long forgot
I can’t remember when sunny days became a sad reminder
Don't get close to anyone you’ll always be an outsider
Know that you are loved became a twisted phrase overnight
What do you want to be in life? Is a question in which I lost sight
To become the person I want to be sounds like an endless plight
Do I really have what it takes to come out in this world all right?
How many days will I spend in my bed holding a tear stained pillow tight
Much to my displeasure the red tinted eyes I’ll see in the mirror tonight
Longer nights increasingly become more pleasant than the morning sun
Will I be driven completely insane by the time that it’s all done?
It is weird how an inner war is ragging itself inside my very mind
Be it to get outside or stay inside, a different outcome every time
Before I can even begin to clearly process this rounds winner
This feeling deep inside my chest processes I’m a sinner
Wall of brick that is covered with cracks now describes what I am
Consumes my identity and turns me into another sacrificial lamb
Me is the person I once yearned to be and now no longer see
Too painful is the reality I see, I’m the one who did this to me.