My plans (rap)

Depression has me in a deep choke hold.
Impression's out, haters sayin I spoke old.
Broke my mold, finally steppin from the shell,
Spoke real bold, left the depths of where I fell.
Want an example? When my uncle went.
Everything was blue. Thats how the time spent.
Held captive by the darkness within,
Never active, as if the spirit'll give in.
Forever trying to find a light,
People always lying, gives power to the night.
Feeling down, feeling only one remaining hour,
Before the ground spins, and rhymes turn sour.
More thing swirl, twirl and complicate.
Whirling outta control, they mock my debate.
At this rate, people like me will suffer,
A time where depression gets even tougher!
Missing the touch, sence of a lover,
Dissing battles as an absence cover.
Everyday, go by myself, sit and wonder,
What'd happen when my rappin went under?

Depression made its expression,
My impression split a confession.
I'm still gonna try my best,
To prove I aint no pest.
Wont give away, leave my fans.
Even if I screw up my plans.

The usual is for me to show my strength,
But I dont today have my length.
Oaths were made, promises we're said,
And I keep mine. Till the day I'm dead.
Just wanting out, can't find a way,
Should I go or stay? What should I say?
Thoughts are showin, emotions spreading,
Brain is slowin, and my heart is shredding.
Sane is out, and the smart is out,
So depressed now, just wanting to shout!
Keepin hiddin what I truly feel,
Lettin it out here, keepin it real.
Still figuring out my life, feelin exhaust
Like I'm a ragdoll and they're the boss.
Confident is usually what I am,
Provident, but mind is in a cram.
I think I'm done for today,
Out of things to write and say.
Oh yeah, little thing I need heard.
Harlea, a song is yours later. Got my word.

Depression made its expression,
My impression split a confession.
I'm still gonna try my best,
To prove I aint no pest.
Wont give away, leave my fans.
Even if I screw up my plans.

*BAD DEPRESSION*