I thought, I was getting better guess. I was fooling myself again. I haven’t been doing anything but
Laying down can’t any do the stuff I really want
To do because am always worrying and to anxious
I don’t understand why my depression and anxiety
Have to be bad am missing out on so much and
My mom need me and I need help too I just want
To run and hide am tired of letting everybody down
I want to cry but can’t cry I hate the fact that when
I use to drink I use to think I was happy boy was
I wrong