I was REALLY depressed when I wrote this. (btw I cant smoke for a month because of a piss test) My dream I knew could never make it But in my heart I still had to fake it I had false hope and pride But still some stood by my side Chillin alone leaning on the railing I realized nobody had the guts to tell me I was failing I was a like little bird Giving up hope was just unheard I tried my hardest to learn to fly But I realized that it was all a lie I hit the ground breaking my thigh The rush of adrenaline had my side I had felt pain like this before But nothing is worse than your dreams fly out the door Now I lay here broken I shout Is anyone there to help me out?! But It was never really ment to be Because everyone out there was always better than me -by Deep (I have clinical depression)