I have no interest in being a depressive.
The depressive gene is a recessive gene,
it leads no where.
Relapse got me treading tracks I've already been down.
And they lead no where.
So I say no!
Cause nowhere's not where I wanna go.

it's a thing called depression
it crushes you down
squeezes at your throat so tightly
you're on the brink
only you can tip the scale
off the ledge
salvation is a hoax

this bitter temperamental thing
it deteriorates the brain
happiness bleached from memories
weaving into your form
gripping into the gaps of your flesh
holding you captive- capturing you
and gently lapping the life out of you

Nothings coming out right
It all feels like sludge
Slippery **** like sludge
That pools under cotton socks
See- that- that was descriptive
That's what I was missing
Still most all words are frantic
Jumbled incomprehensible feats

One of these days
One of these years
I won't have to pour my pain onto this screen
And maybe one day I won't feel so alone

bubble up and dissolve
I bubble up and dissolve within myself
all the time- day after day
thin membrane stretched taut
only billowing breath holding me up
growing and climbing up
with a *****

I'm snapped back in
collapsing within myself once more
soap solution never strengthening enough
to hold me up to solidify my existence