You died in my dream last night,
And yet I didn’t wake up crying,
I wanted to feel somewhat sorry for you,
But it hurt my head just trying,
I found my old suicide note,
I guess that makes me a liar,
I wish I could read what was written,
But the words were like barbed wire,
I couldn't see the sun this morning,
Cause it was covered by the clouds,
The world seemed to be cough-drop colored,
But it was all ignored by lifeless crowds,
God struck me as a pessimist,
But still I never saw his face,
I wonder if he was smiling,
When he left without a trace,
I think we’re really all alone,
And I feel for those who feel the same.
It’s the things that make us human,
That show us it’s a curse to have a brain,
Depression seems so artless,
Am I really even alive?
It feels so wasteful wasting time,
I need to find a place to thrive,
Maybe I’ll look for it tomorrow.
