"Wrote this joint a minute ago and it documented a down time. I figured it was way too personal to post, but then I thought to myself, "why censor my art?" It’s genuine feelings and thoughts. I hope you enjoy." -Dame
If these words didn’t tell a tale of hurt would people see,
The hurt that works and resides inside of me?
Slave to this constant displeasure, my depression has me chained,
But if I didn’t write it, the world would be illiterate to my pain.
I wish I didn’t have to complain and could keep it to myself,
But these thoughts are overbearing, so it’s something I can’t help.
Pray for the company of someone so I won’t mentally melt,
Because I’m ice-cream in the desert’s sun when they leave me to myself.
Tears falling from my eyes, why do I hurt so bad?
I don’t want to cry out, I just get so mad!
Trying to walk alone, but there is broken glass in my path.
Driving into a wall, and there’s no one to postpone my crash.
You don’t understand depression’s wrath, I mean you wouldn’t believe it.
I write the worst and then feel I’d be judged if I let people read it.
I’m afraid to admit to myself that I’ve been mentally defeated.
Shit just builds and then I break, and I’m left in a million pieces.
Used to have someone to help me put myself back together,
Careless pirate at the core; found and lost what I treasured.
Sent up prayers to God in vain, asking him to put us back together.
Safest danger in saying that I’ll be without her forever.
If she never speaks to me again, for her I’ll always have respect.
But I refuse to live in the past because it becomes your future’s death.
When will God choose to put an end to this brutal stretch?
I just hope I can handle what proves to be newer stress.