HANDS TIED
You taunt me you haunt me
Excessively torturing,
Pestering me constantly,
My depression is my oppression
I feel like I’m being thrown off of the deep end
I don’t know what’s around the bend
But when I turn it never ends well
This depression is an obsession it can’t ever let me be
Every time I think I grow he knocks me back two FEET
I scream for help
No one heard my cries
It never wants me to rise
He always make me wear a disguise
Fooling you all to think I’m alright
Can’t you see I’m dying of fright?
Why don’t you see my plight?
Sometimes I just want to take flight
But I know that’s not right
But sometimes I just want to meet my maker,
No one listens anymore,
I feel like they don’t care anymore
Im unsure on ways I can explore
I want to do much more
I want to clear out this uneven score