I awoke in my bed, as tired as can be
went into the washroom. Is this really me?
Staring into the reflective glass
there is nothing inside but dust and ash
some say I must eat more
but when I do, it feels as if I’ll drop to the floor
Being depressed isn’t all that bad
you never feel anything
you never feel happy, and never get mad
Someday I wish I could disappear
somewhere, anywhere
as long as it’s away from here