I don’t want you to pity me
Feel sorry for me
Worry for me
Wander how for me
I am me..here..this is my choice
Like Dr Phil said- you are a result
Of your own choices
Your own voices
Its you you and
you
Whether happy or blue.
Don’t ask me how
Not now
While I wallow in this hell
I can’t answer that
I'm in denial.
One day,
this life we struggle with..
Will blossom
We say
It may.
Or may not.
Hope…
Some days I hope…
That Ill win the lotto
Or get hit by a bus
Either way
A drastic change
Is sure to follow.
The pain I can swallow…
Or the bliss…
Of standing up and leaving…
If I ever won the lotto.
I’d just need to play first..hmm
One day
Ill look back upon this day
And cast only a distant thought…
To this memory
I keep telling myself
Or one day..
I will be old wrinkled and tired
And full of regret.
Either way
Lets hope one day
Doesn’t arrive here sooner then expected.
Times fly when you’re having fun right?
Well lets hope one day
Is not next Monday.
Give me some time
To figure out
How I get myself out
Of this thing
I don’t even know
What Im in…
Its just here now
And its thick
And murky
And stagnant
And suffocating.
But I’m trying to convince myself
That its better
then
What I think it is.
That I’m wearing
My pessimist glasses
And surely
There are bright lights
At the end of this tunnel
I just need to find my way there…..
Find my way up
My way out
Of this depression
