I never wrote about it, I thought you would know,
I thought you would see it, I thought you’d grow,
The days when fun was never hard to find,
Where people could love and be kind,
When it wasn’t frowned upon, when it was the norm,
To hold hands and dance together in the storm.
When we could fly high through the night,
Or get visions of prophecy with our oracle sight.
There was no religion or science around,
There was nature and love and adventure to be found.
We were protectors and lovers and so much more,
With passion and hope and a keen interest to explore.
In night and day, and day and night,
We lose our will and our fight,
For all we know this is how life is supposed to be,
Sucking out your emotions, so that you can actually see.
Funnily enough those with depression see the world clearly,
They don’t feel much as they view everything logically,
But what’s to say that depression isn’t an imbalance of the mind,
What if the problem is how we think makes feeling become blind?
Feeling creates good chemicals, but some unconsciously shut it out,
But what happens when you don’t feel anything, and the good chemicals don’t sprout?
They label you depressed, but this isn’t the case,
A cure isn’t a tablet; it’s a rewiring or an erase.
Erase they way you think, and rewire to fix the brain,
Allow yourself to feel, so you don’t feel the chemical withdrawal strain.
I know this isn’t something that would work for everyone’s curse,
But it’s a way to realize that tablets make you worse.
The brain is a delicate tool, but it is just that,
It just needs to be reeducated, it’s just something to work at!
Write down your feelings I hear them say,
It will help them go away,
But I can’t begin to explain,
The anger inside, the rage and pain.
My words must rhyme or their would be none,
But the feelings remain they’ll never be gone.
Tick tock can you hear the clock,
Stealing time while you ponder existence,
Opening memories you want to block,
That are negative but have consistence.
Dance and step around a burning flame,
Where the spirits burn full of shame,
Chant away around the fire,
Wishing revenge of those who expire.
Hello, goodbye how do I say?
The ending words when someone goes away,
I want them to leave to for fill a dream,
But inside I feel like I sob and scream.
I need to write down how I feel,
But I feel empty like nothings real,
My mind is blank and my body’s tired,
A long day where lots has transpired.
To live a little isn’t to learn a lot,
It’s to remember the little things that time forgot,
The hidden memories that brought you joy,
A stupid joke or a long lost toy.
We often forget about the little things,
The little moments that gave us wings,
The freedom of life in a single thought,
The laughter and love it brought.
Why should we forget due to everyday stress,
Forgetting and feelings we caress,
It took years for the memories to fade,
But they aren’t gone they’ve only strayed.
Remember Christmas being a kid,
Sitting in a sledge as your bounced and slid,
No responsibilities holding you back,
but now you’ve aged and gone off track.
But lets be honest you’re not dead,
And all that fun is in your head,
So open it up and let yourself see,
The person you was, feeling so free,
It can happen again the fun is inside,
Waiting to be unlocked for you to ride.
The darkness gets stronger upon waking,
It’s getting harder to push back without breaking,
This world it too out of sync,
A place where evil grows quicker than a blink.
Hit, slap there she goes,
Delivering pain, delivering blows,
What makes her so angry I’ll never know,
I just want to leave, I want to go.
Blood is thicker than stone,
The skin heals and so does bone,
The scars that are left are deep inside,
Imprints in the mind that still reside.
The darkness comes and never leaves,
For we are nothing more than thief’s,
We steal the truth and use a lie,
To hide the secrets we defy.
Have you ever seen such a beautiful sight?
No darkness, no mist, only light,
The feeling of love never known,
A person you can truly call home.
I have no words, no guilt, nor shame,
No feelings for one to claim,
For many wish but do not seek,
A normal life to hide the freak.
Feelings, feelings what are they?
What’s their message? What do they portray?
I feel nothing good- only the bad,
Like feelings lost and forever mad,
Is this normal or is it me?
How do I change what I cant see?
The threads of panic begin to start,
All because of a fragile heart,
The need to prove you can provide,
To be strong and not hide.
A Lyrical Delusion 
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