The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

Deeper than saddness I just can't see How they use the term "depression" so loosely. Do you really know? Do you understand? Diagnosing me, labeling me, I'm not a item or brand. A box on a shelf like baking soda or cake batter, Medical school can't teach understanding and still ashes we scatter. Here's another pill; here's the remedy, If it doesn't work try changing it to twice daily. Increase, decrease change the name, Roll of the dice like my mental health is a game. Russian Roulette, Parker Brothers, Treat me just like one of the others. If you felt it only then would you see I'm not them and they are not me.

A good woman who's been pushed a time or two, to do some bad things she never meant to do. There's strength behind those tears, there's healing when she bleeds: Real, raw, beauty; a wildflower among the weeds. A tiny mustard seed who grew into a deep rooted tree, Cast out into the wind and the world, you never knew how strong she'd grow to be. Goodbye was her new begining the end is where she started, Holding fast to her faith and that God will not forsake the tired and broken hearted.

When your house stares right back at you For it knows that you're a stranger too. No comfort in your bed, no comfort behind these walls. The couch, the tub, the kitchen, no comfort there at all. Your own skin is the stranger though it holds you together the best it can, Still you unravel stitch by stitch and fall apart stand by strand. You can not find comfort in the unknown, and not knowing what's false or true, You can not find peace or stability when the unknown takes over you.