Depression hurts more than what they say
I'd give anything for it to just go away
The crying and the screaming all night
The kicking the punching the horrid fight
I hate what I am, what i've become
I hate me, I hate what i've done
I want to go back to the way things used to be
When depression didnt own me, when I used to be free
Now i'm stuck in a rut and it's not fun at all
My life is playing out like a rusty see-saw
I look forward to nothing and that's not fair
I used to be so fond of myself now I don't even care
When the commercials come on and talk about depression
I only ask myself one simple question
Why me? God why did you pick me to handle this?
I'm not strong enough to handle this madness