How sad it is to be spending my precious days
wallowing around like a dog without a bone,
and how sad it is to imagine the rest of my life
spent feeling this empty, bleak, and alone.
I’m done with waking up tired,
my head feeling heavy with a sense of dread,
and I’m done with all the lies you tell,
convincing me that I’d be better off dead.
So, this is a message for you, depression,
I know that you can hear.
It’s time for you to pack your bags,
and get out of my f*****g ear!