Stillborn

I wonder if depression ever ends

Or if it will end me

I'm still dancing on the edge of the blade

Till it cuts me in half

Some days I feel everything at once

Other days I feel nothing at all

So what's worse?

Drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst?

I dropped my Prozac from one day to the other

I do not regret, why should I bother?

I just wonder what will happen?!

Maybe it will kill me eventually set me free

Neither do I ask the night to explain

I wait for it and it envelops me

And so you, me, gloom and light

And shadows are

Don't charm away my melancholy, it's everything I've got

To me it's kind of death, but I'm forced to keep living

I won't glorify or romanticize what you call heartbreak

But nothing in this world was promised or belong to you

Someday someone won't be afraid of the lows I drag

They won't stay on the shore, they'll meet me in the depths

I am not dead but also not alive

I seem like a ghost with a beating heart

Cause death is not the greatest loss in life

But what dies inside us while we fledge

We are walking away quietly into empty spaces

We are trying to close the gaps of the past

Cause of all sad words of tongue or pen

The saddest are these: 'It might have been'

Don't charm away my melancholy, it's everything I've got

To me it's kind of death, but I'm forced to keep living

I won't glorify or romanticize what you call heartbreak

But nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you

Was promised or belonged to you