Barbed Wire They call it #depression, I call it annoying. They call it a disease, I call it something I have to live with. They say it goes away, I say their lying. They tell me everything's going to be ok, I tell them to tell the truth. They say they are, I say they aren't. They say I have to look on the bright side, I ask, What bright side? Where is this bright side, To me, In my eyes, Everything's dark. Hopeless. A never ending pain, And it wraps itself around me like barbed wire. It's spikes digging into my flesh, Piercing me deeper, Deeper, Deeper. I want to scream for help, But theres no one here to listen. It wraps around me like barbed wire, Dragging across my skin. Leaving marks that won't heal. You say it goes away, I say, Your lying.
