High

Struggling addictions

I gotta stay high

To make myself not cry

I wish I could disappear from my mind

And go to a higher place

Leaving nothing not a trace

When I die that's where I'll find true grace

These thoughts I no longer want to chase

They tell me "Don't quit pick up the pace"

They think I'm weak and they laugh

But they don't understand depression the thoughts that face

They don't see the tears stream down my face

There's a high I'll always chase

To keep these thoughts outta my mind

So let me get high one last time