No matter how much I sleep, I still wake up empty

and I feel this depression has finally gotten the best of me

I feel sickto be awake, and seeing people is the worst

because walking and breathing only seem like a curse

When you are sickeveryone looks at you like you are a burden

a fuck-up, a let-down, a constant diversion

From  the lives they wish to lead, so they leave you alone

So trapped and abandon are my idea of home

And everyone believes it must be the drugs or just heartache

I wish they were right so I could relieve my life of this headache

So I pull it together because these feeling are "temporary"

A side-effect of youth that has taken its grip on me