You say you’ve never had depression
Oh my God, that must be amazing
Because I can’t find the root of mine
And believe me I’ve been tracing
I wake up and my mind starts pacing
I hate it inside when people trash me
I also feel insecure when they praise me
I’m always looking to heaven like
LORD please come down and save me
They judge me for every little thing I do
I heard this about you the other day
Is it true? Is it true? Is it true?
As if somehow I answer to you
Here is a suggestion from me to you
I’ll do me and you go do you
I write poetry because it helps with the blues

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