The last sentence is done,
The battle is won,
And I can finally go to sleep.
Is this what depression reaps?
Maybe, but I'm glad it's finished.
'Cause really, is there any more to say?
You see, I have a subject and a verb,
I know the sentence isn't superb,
But does it have to be?
I mean, it seems finished to me.
The thought's complete,
So really, is there any more to say?
I want to be finished with everything,
But I'll miss a couple things,
Like the nice characters from this story,
The ones that were kind to me,
The ones that waved in the hall and helped me pick up my books.
But really, is there any more to say?
Why do I feel like something is missing?
I thought about it over and over but a bell doesn't ring,
I'm tired and I'm ready to be done,
But something invisible weighs down on me like a ton,
I can't leave until I find this missing piece.
I don't know really, is there any more to say?
Yes, there has to be,
It's just blind to me,
I need to find it in order to be set free,
It's my chain's key,
But what is it?
I need to know really, is there any more to say?
I don't know it,
I can't just stop and sit,
I need to know,
I've sunken so low,
I want to sleep,
Why really, is there any more to say?
I can't think,
I just continue to sink,
In my own misery,
I can't see what's right in front on me.
Maybe I need a break.
How really, is there any more to say?
I'll clear my head,
I'll remember what I said,
And come back to it,
My teeth I will grit,
And I will put a semicolon instead of a period.
'Cause really, there is more to say.
