Train of depression

So I’m lying in this coffin with everything you said
about how life is better than this confining bed.
But you had no idea, you said that life kicked ass
while and sat here and hoped, I hoped that it would pass
but sometimes, just sometimes, the good out weighed the bad
and I would lose my train of thought about how life was so sad
you helped keep that train off the tracks, but when I was on that ride
you sat there and listened, to me you were someone in whom I could confide
but now you have walked away, and I am going full speed
out of the box that he was in, the conductor has now been freed
I’m heading toward edge, never to come back
this train that I am hiding, is back and right on track