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Struggling between what I am and what I am supposed to be

I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me

I remembered each flash as time began to blur

Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me

And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve



So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean

Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes

Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between

Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide



There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned

There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow

And the ground caved in between where we were standing

And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve



So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean

Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide



In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you'd deny

And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide

And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve



So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean

Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes

Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between

Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide

Across this new divide, across this new divide

Geez, my back aches so bad... It actually clicks really loud. I know nobody can really understand this pain but me.

In front of people, I have to squeeze my smile out of my face. It is tough...But you know, there is nothing that anyone can do. I have seen more than 50 medical doctors both in US and Japan on this pain.




One apparent symptom of depression is that you lose considerable energy to do anything. That is not the same as feeling lazy. Well, you may be confused, so let me be more specific. You don't feel lazy or reluctant when you do something you enjoy, such as playing games, do shopping, eating your favorite foods, chatting with your friends, or what have you, right? That is what you feel when you are depressed. Everything feels like a torture to you.