Depressed I.

Sadness gleaming, you could be happy..

you sit there in your sorrows,

all the things you wish you had not said.

Its all just madness in your head.

You don't want me.. you don't need me.

I don't want me, I don't need me.

Take that medicine, sitting upon your shelf.

Make believe that it helps.

Pick it up, and start all over again.

Listen to those words people say

over, and over.

Make sure you smile.

But do you really mean it?

Does the frown in your mind,

match the tense smile on your face..

Do people believe you when you say,

“yeah, sure, I'm OK.”

Will they believe you when you have,

red stains on your wrist, and a big hole in your head.

Yeah...they'll believe you then.