Help come and save me shake me take me it’s getting boring and frustrating no fantasy left just real life day after day one day I’ll just stay in bed and won’t get up dreaming the only consolation some people say the syndrome of depression I don’t say anything anymore just listen try to understand sometimes I think I got it sometimes I’m lost again asking why why you why not me sometimes I becomes It and nothing matters anymore war death happiness rain burn or burry live or die it’s all transient insignificant trivial but why does it hurt feels like crawling out of my skin opening my body spilling everything out washing it cleaning restart please