It comes in shadows, slowly hovering above you.
Neck tied up in mud and just like that you’re drowning.
Thoughts in your head restrain you from climbing,
up the ladder of success, oh wait, let this be the last time.
Drags you back down, pushing and pulling from every side,
every angle like there's no tomorrow. There’s no tomorrow.
sorrow and grief fill your soul, oh please make this pain end
let this be the last time. Wait, there’s more.
That creeping voice at the back of your head says there’s more.
I was at a party last week when i began sobbing, people came up and asked
“Hey why aren't you out partying”
And just like that, within the blink of their eyes, the snapping of their fingers i surrendered crying
no explanation, no limitation, just tears of sorrow.
Most of us hide our pain as we see everyone around us free from the chains
that ties those of us who can't regain
strength to get back up, courage to fight that fight, hope for a better tomorrow
let this be the last time.
We’re not crazy. Our uncontrollable thoughts are our voices
how can we help ourselves from thinking when that butterfly shaped organ is plastered right in the center of our foreheads.
Depression is viscious it is a mental illness
It wraps you up tears you down and you go from living to missing
a soul, a precious being.
Let this be the last time.
You find yourself dreaming, hoping, yearning for an escape
from yourself to find that there’s no exit
the only way to exit is to end it
maybe if you hang the rope a little tighter
or pass the pills a little faster
this will all be over ..
This IS the last time
One in six adolescents are diagnosed with depression. Only two of those get to see the end to their oppression.