I Battle Depression
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Why should we be here? Relatively simple question right, to some at least. To others the answer can be elusive, maddeningly so. Why? Actually why? Personally, it’s not to enjoy myself like most people, as of yet. I’m waving goodbye to some of the supposed “best years of my life” and instead of framing it upon the mantle its being shut away, far away, to be discarded at first opportunity, preferably burned. The present isn’t looking any better. What are we living for then? What am I? Dreams.
“Sometimes life just seems to shatter
Like we're made of glass”
At times it feels like we’re locked in a perpetually raining room. Outside we see the sunshine, the happy people. Inside it’s piercingly, hurtfully cold. A hopeless, numbing hell with regrets rebounding off the walls. We’re trapped to witness what we cannot attain. Yet there’s hope in the form of the door. It’s made of glass.
“A change is coming I can sense it now
The weight is lifting and I'm sinking down
Birds are flying in the trees below
The tears are coming, I just let it go”
I know some of you believe you're too broken for this, maybe at times I do too, but just imagine with me for a bit. When we finally have the means to shatter we step outside, and the world of true wonder opens in front of us. The sun is warmer, grass is greener, and air more delicious than anyone acclimated to it could appreciate. They complain of the heat, or the humidity. We just smile, because in our mind we know what hell truly is.
“I feel the wonder in my flesh and bones
I feel the hunger, will you take me home
Birds are flying in the trees below
The tears are coming, I just let it go"
Dreams. Dreams you can reach. Dreams that could be right around the corner. The nightmare you've stumbled through will only make it that much sweeter. When you finally feel what you desire, that's all you need to love the rest of your life. This is my theory, my dream, what I’m living for. That one day we could actually be better off for everything we've gone through.
"Sometimes life just seems to shatter
Like we're made of glass
If I could, I'd hold this moment
If I could, I'd make it last”
Yes, I realize some of you have already broken into unbreakable fragments, and not in a good way, like me, closeted up in your damp room of rain and tears with seemingly insurmountable problems solidly obstructing the way. But they can be shattered. With work you can piece yourself together and tear the whole room down again. Make a mental effort to feel the wonder and cling onto it for dear life. The how is more complicated huh? But hope with me in place of hopelessness, dream with me that each time we all inevitably return to that room that we shatter it all to hell and bounce back quicker than before. Feel the wonder in our bones, the weight lifting, and the tears coming. That we hold that moment and make it last as long as we can.
After all, we’re all just made of glass.
God bless
Why should we be here? Relatively simple question right, to some at least. To others the answer can be elusive, maddeningly so. Why? Actually why? Personally, it’s not to enjoy myself like most people, as of yet. I’m waving goodbye to some of the supposed “best years of my life” and instead of framing it upon the mantle its being shut away, far away, to be discarded at first opportunity, preferably burned. The present isn’t looking any better. What are we living for then? What am I? Dreams.
“Sometimes life just seems to shatter
Like we're made of glass”
At times it feels like we’re locked in a perpetually raining room. Outside we see the sunshine, the happy people. Inside it’s piercingly, hurtfully cold. A hopeless, numbing hell with regrets rebounding off the walls. We’re trapped to witness what we cannot attain. Yet there’s hope in the form of the door. It’s made of glass.
“A change is coming I can sense it now
The weight is lifting and I'm sinking down
Birds are flying in the trees below
The tears are coming, I just let it go”
I know some of you believe you're too broken for this, maybe at times I do too, but just imagine with me for a bit. When we finally have the means to shatter we step outside, and the world of true wonder opens in front of us. The sun is warmer, grass is greener, and air more delicious than anyone acclimated to it could appreciate. They complain of the heat, or the humidity. We just smile, because in our mind we know what hell truly is.
“I feel the wonder in my flesh and bones
I feel the hunger, will you take me home
Birds are flying in the trees below
The tears are coming, I just let it go"
Dreams. Dreams you can reach. Dreams that could be right around the corner. The nightmare you've stumbled through will only make it that much sweeter. When you finally feel what you desire, that's all you need to love the rest of your life. This is my theory, my dream, what I’m living for. That one day we could actually be better off for everything we've gone through.
"Sometimes life just seems to shatter
Like we're made of glass
If I could, I'd hold this moment
If I could, I'd make it last”
Yes, I realize some of you have already broken into unbreakable fragments, and not in a good way, like me, closeted up in your damp room of rain and tears with seemingly insurmountable problems solidly obstructing the way. But they can be shattered. With work you can piece yourself together and tear the whole room down again. Make a mental effort to feel the wonder and cling onto it for dear life. The how is more complicated huh? But hope with me in place of hopelessness, dream with me that each time we all inevitably return to that room that we shatter it all to hell and bounce back quicker than before. Feel the wonder in our bones, the weight lifting, and the tears coming. That we hold that moment and make it last as long as we can.
After all, we’re all just made of glass.
God bless
26-30, M
