I'm sad as hell, but I wrote... in DJ Khaled voice: another one. I used a website to find rhymes, but most of it was still my thinking, the site was only to spark some ideas. Without further ado, here it is and if you wanna check out my first one, you can do so by checking my other posts. I put in more effort to get them rhymes and clever lyrics and even a little reference.
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Feeling hopeless and stuck within the abyss of my mind
I need someone, a witness I pine for, someone that’s kind
That I can find the time and place to tell them I’m fine
When they ask how I’m doing from the outside viewing
The fuse within is starting to light up, that’s why I started to write up
Some rhymes that I can’t spit, some gripes that I can’t pick
Or rather grievances, starts with the same two letters
Wish I had someone to check in like newsletters
Like weekly, because lately I’m been moving and living all weakly
Meekly, bleakly, sleepily, almost creepily
Whatever word that describes a somber state, parents think it’s wrong to state
And stay in that state, and be in that state, but somehow, there’s no way that it could possibly be them that made me this way
When a child is outgoing and hard-working, it’s good parenting
But if they’re shy and depressed, it’s not bad parenting but
It’s the child’s fault for not studying and socializing?
If that ain’t the biggest baiting and switching that parents be pulling, then I can’t tell ya what is, but I digress, ‘cause it’s time I profess
Remember earlier when I said that I needed a witness?
Well I have one now, her name is Wendy she’s friendly,
and weekly like a newsletter we check in and talk together, but only for about an hour so I have to scour to talk ‘cause time zones are a ******
We’re 14 hours apart but in this friendship, we’re both playing a part
She has depression too, and way worse than mine, it’s why I try to be there for her as much as I can get by
We have a lot in common, both teens, introverts, depressed, emotions repressed, so I sat in the room as the moon shone in gloom,
Met her in a chat room, her username was Crystal, first time I saw her I decided to chat with her and kindle a friendship with this non-pistol
She said she was 13, a girl, dad is verbally abusive and often loses his cool, and a “loser” at school
But the truth is she is none of the things that she’s been told and taught by the people that are s’posed to bring
Happiness, encouragement, but they chose to oppose her instead, can’t understand why it’s inbred in their character
These sh*ts said ***** to make her dread and shed tears and spread pain on her skin to shed red tears
I was a little scared but cared, so I tread lightly and got her to share her Facebook so we talked nightly,
It was unnerving ‘cause she’s the first girl I’m actually trying to make friends with
I didn’t have the wherewith to make meaningful talk at first
But from the birth of this friendship I wanted her trust, so I offered to forward her a picture of myself to prove
That I was really the self that I claimed to be, and not some adult preying on a child creepily, and maliciously
She was understandably creeped out and told me that it better not picture my member, I laughed and swore it wasn’t and I sent her the pic
It was from one and a half years ago, and I couldn’t smile for ***** but she okay’ed it and the torch was lit
She was nice, and I could tell she was genuine, I thought this was a better place to talk than the place that I met her in
We talked about general things, mostly our lives, our interests, etcetera
Then we talked about our depression sitting in our viscera, it was deep seated
Every time we greeted, I asked how she was doing, and her me
With my depression following me around like Hermes, just talking and viewing her stories helped me, and the days I spent made it worth the wait for someone like her to come in pulling her weight
It seemed strange at the time, but I cared then and now, even if we only talk online and I hadn’t seen her face that time because she’s worth the space in my mind
Even if my mood’s shape shifts like Jake, it’s still Adventure Time in my brain except it isn’t the same because my mind is like a dull meadow
While Finn’s is like a lively forest so it ain’t in the same vein,
More like an artery ‘cause it’s hard to be hard to please, for me any compliment is flattering, but an insult is badgering
But back to the topic, I’ll be honest that beyond this, I didn’t have ***** going for me
It’s almost torturous see, that I have depression, and I be stressin’
And Wendy befriended me and actually sees that I have issues, so I reciprocated
Through talking, my despondence abated, and I felt somewhat comfortable for the first time in a long while, so I smiled a little, it was that simple
It’s slow but we’re building it up, making it work, making the most of its perks ‘cause that’s what gives it its worth
Even with all the crap I get from the people who gave birth to me, I used to be hopeless, but maybe I do have some semblance of hope for this earth.