no, no, you don’t get it
what are you talking about?
depression equals boredom?
it’s there ‘cause I permit?
...
have you swam in this sea?
oh, I need to bail out
my sinking boat with buckets!
it’s filled with deadly doubt.
and words of yours are water.
and sadness lies beneath
my smirk.
it’s getting hotter.
oh, I can barely breathe.
I was so desperate and needed
someone to tell me that I’m sane.
you sound so distant and big headed.
please never ever choose to blame
the ones whose boat is sinking.
give them a helping hand instead.
and from my heart I’m speaking
I just returned from horror of my brain
I healed myself again.
I healed myself from fog
that would not let me see.
from scary gloomy smog.
from terror of that sea.