Depressed

I wear all black to show that I'm depressed.
You can tell from my bloodshot eyes i never get any rest.
If only you knew all the suffering I had took.
You wouldn't know even if you read my own book.

You might see me as a normal person
but deep down inside I feel like cursing.
Because saying these things will make this pain go away.
I don't want it to stay because it hurts my everyday.
But I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
Not even if my wounds starts healing.

Nobody cares about me.
The only love I get is from bottles of Hennessey.
Not even my mom shows me love.
She wouldn't care even if I layed on the stars above.

She takes my cash
She treats me like trash
She's F**king annoying like an itching rash.

In matter of fact, SHE'S the reason I'm like THIS!!!
I just wish she was one of those mother's that gives their sons a goodnight KISS.....

The things that I want, the things I'm...Obsessed
The only way to stop this obsession, is if I stay...Depressed