They say talk about your problems,
Okay, so where should I begin?
I think depression's hittin' me,
I guess it's slowly setting in.
Waking up every day,
It feels so repetitive.
Maybe I need to chill,
I think I need a sedative.
Stresses keep flooding in,
Well-mixed with sentiments.
I need to get my thoughts,
Settled like sediments.
Walking down this road called life, almost blindly...