You died in my dream last night,
And yet I didn’t wake up crying,
I wanted to feel somewhat sorry for you,
But it hurt my head just trying,

I found my old suicide note,
I guess that makes me a liar,
I wish I could read what was written,
But the words were like barbed wire,

I couldn't see the sun this morning,
Cause it was covered by the clouds,
The world seemed to be cough drop colored,
But it was all ignored by lifeless crowds,

God struck me as a pessimist,
But still I never saw his face,
I wonder if he was smiling,
When he left without a trace,

I think we’re really all alone
And I feel for those who feel the same,
It’s the things that make us human,
That show us it’s a curse to have a brain,

Depression seems so artless,
Am I really even alive,
It feels so wasteful wasting time,
I need to find a place to thrive,

Maybe I’ll look for it some other time.