Apart from regression…

My childhood always was a series of depressions Looking at our family photos always make me regressions I turn out to be a lonely soul with only a few expressions I can’t tell you how lonely I feel Mere thoughts make me stressed I hope someday all this stops And I will never feel this depressed I don’t ever wanna repeat that I’m not trying to be a little brat They loved me, I won’t negate that fact Maybe it’s time for me to try street rap Even on the happiest days, I feel like I’m the saddest soul I humor my own existence and the pain inside like a dark hole Always looking for that imaginary option to delete my existential self And vanish away like my story was never there, and never will be on that shelf In my wildest dreams, I’d be a drunk artist Using some form of art to numb the pain in my heart Now I write not because I can, but bcz I have to Otherwise from inside out, my soul will be ripped apart into parts When I was need most, no one was really there I had to go by myself and find my own flair I know, little did I knew thinking they care My mistake growing up thinking life is fair I cried last night looking at your family photos That’s a true luxury I don’t fit to afford Most memories I want to delete In fact I don’t wanna know anything I’ve missed you too.. Dear, keep your head in here Let me wipe out all your tears You’re the heart of pure amusement