Depression’s running through my veins
and all I can think of is everything that pains.
I can’t carry this anymore
I don’t know who i am holding on for?
Because I know it ain’t for me
if it would, I would already be free.
I wonder what it feels like to be okay,
without all of this on my shoulders to weigh.
Without all of this sadness at the end of the day.
I just need a reason to want to stay.
I really want to hold on,
but all I can think of is what it would be like to be gone.
I don’t know if I can keep on carrying this on my own.
It just runs in my veins
and with every day it keeps on leaving more stains.
I wonder how many of them I can erase
Before they find their way back to the same place.