depressed

 

Can you mend my broken dreams

Just like you fix a pair of ripped jeans

Will you sew together all of the torn seams

And cover how all of this seems

 

I know all of this may sound meaningless

But it would help so much with my stress

And maybe just maybe I could feel less

Depressed…

 

I would kill to be happy again

Or at least just a little numb now and then

And now the nauseas feelings begin

And I think about ending my life right there and then

 

I start thinking about my little life

And all of the heartbreaking strife

Then I forget my goal of being a trophy wife

And I grab the sharpest knife

 

I feel a large lump in my throat

I think I’m gonna choke

Then I remember my life is just a joke

And nobody would care if I stayed afloat

 

Three is the number of slashes

With each cut brings out me and my fathers clashes

Then my mind just plain out crashes

Out of control the knife dashes

 

I now feel equal

To those who’ve ruined me in my prequels

And trust me until there’s somebody to make my seal

There will be many sequels

 

Can you mend my broken dreams

Just like you fix a pair of ripped jeans

Will you sew together all of the torn seams

And cover how all of this seems

 

I know all of this may sound meaningless

But it would help so much with my stress

And maybe just maybe I could feel less

Depressed…