Must I Live in Fear
Depression grips my wrist like a child in a storm
Holding me a hostage, in my head and in my dorm
Filling me with sadness that cannot be explained
Like my head is full of cannon balls and my ankles all but chained.
He will not rest a moment til I’ve fallen to my knees
Tearing down my sticky notes that remind me how to breathe
Depression keeps me broken like a record on repeat
I can feel the spreading darkness from my forehead to my feet
Please don’t let it take me, I’m begging of you please
My tears now fog my vision as I find it hard to see
But if you hear my calls for help they’ve become a subtle plead
You could be the ray of hope that I desperately need
Though I understand if you choose to run or to look the other way
For you see I’ve gotten used to it after saying that I’m gay
The worlds an empty place now and I’m no longer welcome here
So is it better to live at all if I have to live in fear?