I’ve had enough of the indications
That it’s me you’re implicating
I’m sorry I’ve had enough of the syndications
Of commotion of emotions
That you put yourself thru till it starts a self implosion
Then act like I don’t know about depression
Stressing and suppression
Aggression and isolation
Cured by euphoric meditations
Who withdrew themselves from friends
Instead locked himself in a room full of meds
Taking way more of a dose than the label says
Trying to numb away the pain
Attained from the last 3 decades
I’ve been physically, mentally and emotionally abused
Beaten, broken, and used
Cut, bloodied, and bruised
But don’t think for a fuckin second
That I use this shit for a fuckin excuse
Fuck a mom and a dad
Fuckin brother I never had
Fuck a chance to look past
Don’t look back at what’s passed
Pardon the conduction
Of how I’m handling myself, this eruption
But I’m not jumpin to someone
Who seems to love all these compulsive disruptions
No fuckin wonder your love life’s in a zone of destruction!
A piece of shit baby father
A boyfriend who can’t seem to care or bother
And another dude on the side, who’s apparently tryna holler
2 of the 3 ain’t even worth the change for a fuckin dollar!
Don’t express how I don’t know what it’s like to be depressed
When you’ve never held your wrists with razors shakingly pressed
Contemplating the amount of pills till you need your chest compressed
Depression isn’t a game, nor a glorified contest
We don’t scream for attention
You’re whole demeanors that relection
We just yearn for some affection
Trying to subside this damn obsession
And break this whole connection
With this thing called depression
To break the connection is all on you
No excuses, no exceptions