spoken words

let me tell you something bout being depressed...

its  like anger without passion
sadness without tears.
i admit i am...
an addict of much...
not really drugs n such.

coming clean or coming off so mean
needing a rush or something to flush... all these morbid thoughts.

come with a plan cause that's better than...
being unprepared and running away scared

psychological health not fairness and wealth some people just need help...

but they wont listen they keep dismissing and pissing us off...
a political agenda or reputation to keep begs the question how do they sleep...

back to what I was sayin about being depressed and overly stressed despite this I... feel blessed

glad to be alive happy I can survive hoping... I can thrive
someday... never say never cause never is forever... and forever is undecided so never predict its contents be careful with your comments...

cause believing can make it so and trying to never know... maybe its worth the shot and giving it a lot...

but its hard to try when you cannot even pry.., your head from your lap and you cant get up from a nap...

that's were I stay needing to find another way...
they can put me down but that's okay that's just fine im like wine getting better with age and getting full of rage...
but I push it away cause who are they.... they cannot lay a curse on me and I know i'll break free... from the hands of these bullies and there game and they'll have no one to blame...

but the one In the mirror I hope its growing clearer...

maybe im the outcast and the quite one but... actions speak louder than words so i shout to the birds.