Therapy session

I bet you never even cried over me

I died and had to rebuild myself in a better image

Thought you were the one but you were just a scrimmage

What we had wasn't real and that realization has burned itself into my vision

Tired of living and loving given it all just end up with nothing

Over a month later and the wounds still haven't healed thats gotta mean something

Sitting in the room where it all began

Nostalgic moments that i wish never had

But they'll always remain

If you could've seen the look on my face

When you wouldn't even give me a reason for why the good thing we had was ending

Never imagined it but was somehow prepared for it

Whenever I'm happy something has to ruin it

I seen it coming

Done with running from my problems

Sit down with a bottle and have a little therapy session

Go over everything i ever questioned and answer them

If i can't i guess i have time to do it again tomorrow

Been stuck in rut

but moving up just needed to cut some variables out

what luck i only needed my spirit crushed

Now its fucked up

Stopped giving a fuck about the shit i could never change

I apologize about being out of it lately

Just went through some stuff now ill never be the same

Less sane depressed and looking to run away

But I'm trying to change

Drink more than not i wish i forgot what it feels like to not hate the situation I'm in

Tempted to cash my chips in and check out

Heard the middle of nowhere is nice this time of year

But my problems and struggles with depression would follow me i fear

Near death experiences are the only time i feel alive so 105 on the back roads home are my escape

Don't worry I'll be ok

 

At a disadvantage due to damage

struggling to live lavish but it's gonna happen

Even if no one i love can see it

Gonna know what it's like to feel needed

Even if it's because humans are greedy

Tend to be needy especially when it's me cuz they know ill give it if they need it

Not a pushover just been so low and had no one to confide in

Nights where i felt like dying but instead of suicide i ended up crying so hard it was silent

I don't want that for someone i say i love

Put their shoes on my feet

Run a couple miles and come back with a solution oh how neat

Now why can't i do that for me

I wish had all the answers but what i got is useless information

I have been taking consideration in the fact i can write

I guess my previous opinion thinking everyone could do it was a bit exaggerated

So i practice it

Talent i wouldn't say that

My talent was ruined by my sadness

Now all i can spread is depression

But at least you know you're not the only one feeling like this